Good lover, good lover Feels good like a long hot summer Late comer, he's a late comer My man is a bad motherfucker He can bring it, bring it all day long All other man, them been wrong Nobody will get to see 'Cause he's gonna spend his life with me You can't have him No way, he's taken ladies I've got me his babies Look at my ring He's going nowhere till this fat lady sings And when I see his face I feel like I can win the race And when he calls, when he calls my name I know we're in the long game Why would I leave him for? I couldn't ask for any more I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back He won me game, set, and match Late comer, he's a late comer My lover, my lover Shoots and scores like he's Maradona Under cover, under the covers My man is a bad motherfucker Anybody, anyone could see I'd have caught him eventually Me and him have a thing that's rare Other girls can look elsewhere You can't have him No way, he's taken ladies I've got me his babies Look at my ring He's going nowhere till this fat lady sings And when I see his face I feel like I can win the race And when he calls, when he calls my name I know we're in the long game Why would I leave him for? I couldn't ask for any more I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back He won me game, set, and match You can look girl but you can't touch Don't know why I love him so much Can't put this thing into words My love for him's absurd And when I see his face I feel like I can win the race And when he calls, when he calls my name I know we're in the long game Why would I leave him for? I couldn't ask for any more I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back He won me game, set, and match Late comer, he's a late comer