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You have him No way he's taken, ladies, I don't his babies Look at my He's going nowhere 'til fat lady sings
And I see his face I feel like I win the race And when he calls, when he calls my I we're in the long game Why would I leave him I ask for any more I wouldn't send, I send him back He won me, game, set, and
L8 CMMR, he's a L8
My lover, my Shoots and scores he's Maradona Undercover, under the My mind is a bad Anybody, anyone see I'd caught him eventually Me and him have a thing that's All the girls can look
You have him No way he's taken, ladies, I don't mean his Look at my He's going nowhere 'til fat lady sings
And I see his face I feel I could win the race And when he calls, when he calls my I know we're in the game Why I leave him for? I couldn't ask for any I send, I wouldn't send him back He won me, game, set, and
You can look, girl, but you touch Don't know why I you so much Can't put this thing words My love for absurd
You can look, girl, but you touch Don't why I love you so much Can't put thing into words My love for him's
And I see his face I like I could win the race And when he calls, he calls my name I know we're in the game Why would I leave him I couldn't ask for any I send, I wouldn't send him back He won me, game, set, and
And when I see his I feel like I could win the And when he calls, when he calls my I know in the long game Why would I leave him I ask for any more I send, I wouldn't send him back He won me, game, set, and
L8 CMMR, a L8 CMMR