Tytuł: When a woman's fed up

• Wykonawca: R.Kelly
• Wyświetleń: 233

I'm standign 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