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Tytuł: When A Woman's Fed Up

  • Wykonawca: R Kelly
  • Wyświetleń: 196
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
  Shit, I shouldn't have lasted this long
  Now I'm at this telephone booth calling Tyrone
  
  [1] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
  (No matter how you beg, no)
  It ain't nothing you can do about it
  (Nothing you can do about it)
  It's like running out of love
  (No matter what you say, no)
  And then it's too late to talk about it
  (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 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 can't come around
  
  [1] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
  (No matter how you beg, no)
  It ain't nothing you can do about it
  (Nothing you can do about it)
  It's like running out of love
  (No matter what you say, no)
  And then it's too late to talk about it
  (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 don't want to find out the hard way
  Then listen to this song while the record plays
  
  [1] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
  (No matter how you beg, no)
  It ain't nothing you can do about it
  (Nothing you can do about it)
  It's like running out of love
  (No matter what you say, no)
  And then it's too late to talk about it
  (Too late to talk about it)
  
  You can cry a river
  'Till an ocean starts to form, yeah
  But she will always remember
  Cuz she's a woman scorned
  And if you ever get her back
  It will never be the same
  She's cuttin' the corners of her eyes
  Every time she see your face
  Now 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, 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 you're listening
  I said I miss you baby