Im 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 Shit, I shouldnt have lasted this long Now Im at this telephone booth calling Tyrone Cuz when a womans fed up It aint nothing you can do about it Its like running out of love And then its too late to talk about it Now lets talk about how it all goes down I used to make love to you daily When the night fell the same And anytime that you were hurt I could feel your pain And if I had a dollar It was yours, yeah 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 Now I cant come around Cuz when a womans fed up It aint nothing you can do about it Its like running out of love And then its too late to talk about it La da da da da la la da da La da da da da la la da da If you dont want to find out the hard way Then listen to this song while the record plays Cuz when a womans fed up It aint nothing you can do about it Its like running out of love And then its too late to talk about it You can cry a river Till an ocean starts to form, yeah But she will always remember Cuz shes a woman scorned And if you ever get her back It will never be the same Shes cuttin the corners of her eyes Every time she see your face Now your trust is out the door She dont 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, whoa She was raised in Illinois Right outside of Chicago Some of the best cookin you ever had Yes, it was and I miss her Hey woman, if youre listening I said I miss you baby
Posted on: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 08:26:00 +0000