Jejím otcem je Keith Allen a matkou Alison Owen. Narodila se v londýnské městské části Hammersmith. Poté se s rodinou usídlili v jiné části a tou byl Islington. Má starší sestru Sarah, mladšího bratra Alfieho (který je předmětem její písně...

Píseň: L8 cmmr

Interpret:
Lily Allen
Album:
Sheezus
Good lover, good lover
Feels good like a long whole 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 men, them been wrong
Nobody will get to see
Cos he's gonna spend his life with me


You can't have him
No way he's taken ladies
I 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 could 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 anymore
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 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 could 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 anymore
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


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 could 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 anymore
I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back
He won me game set and match


And when I see his face
I feel like I could 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 anymore
I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back
He won me game set and match


Late comer, he's a late comer