When A Woman's Fed Up lyrics

I'm standing here, looking in the mirror,

Saying DAMN to myself.

I should have known the day would come,

That she would find somebody else.

And all the things I took her through...

And, shit, I should have lasted this long!

And now I'm at this telephone booth,

Calling Tyrone...

Because when a woman's fed up,

It ain't nothing you can do about it!

It's like running out of love,

And then it's too late to talk about it.

Now let's talk about how it all goes down:

I used to make love to you daily,

When the night felt the same.

And any time that you were hurt,

I could feel your pain!

And if I had a dollar,

It was yours, yes...

And whenever we would go out,

I would front the bill.

But now the up is down,

And the silence is sound!!!

I hurt you too, too many times,

And now I can't come around...

Because when a woman's fed up,

It ain't nothing you can do about it!!

It's like running out of love,

And then it's too late to talk about it.

Listen,

If you don't want to find out the hard way,

Then listen to the song when the record plays!!!

Because when a woman's fed up,

It ain't nothing you can do about it!!!

It's like running out of love,

And then it's too late to talk about it.

Yes, you can cry a river until an ocean starts to form,

But she will always remember because she's a woman scorned.

And if you ever get her back, it won't ever be the same, no, no!!

She's cutting the corners of her eyes every time she sees your face.

When all your trust is out the door, she don't want you no more!!!

You used to tell your boys, not me, and she would always be there for you.

"If you had took the time to see what that woman meant to you!!!"...

Is what the mirror said to me... oh, oh.

She was raised in Illinois, right outside of Chicago!

Some of the best cooking you ever had... yes, it was.

And I miss her!!!!!!

Hey, woman, if you're listening...

I said I miss you, baby!!!!!!

Whoa, oh, yes...