R. Kelly | Lyrics | When a Woman's Fed Up

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
S***, I shouldn't have lasted this long
Now, I'm at this telephone booth calling Tyrone

'Coz 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, mm)
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, yeah)

Hmm, 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

'Coz when a woman's fed up, mm
(No matter how you beg, no)
It ain't nothing you can do about it, oh no
(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, yeah)
Oh yeah, oh yeah

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(La da da da da la la da da)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh ah, listen
If you don't want to find out the hard way
Then listen to this song while the record plays

(When a woman)
When a woman's fed up
(Mama taught me a long time ago)
It ain't nothing you can do about it
(Nothing you can do about it, oh no)
It's like running out of love
(Running out of love, say no)
(No matter what you say)
And then it's too late to talk about it
(Too late to talk about it, yeah)

You can cry a river 'till an ocean starts to form, yeah
But she will always remember 'coz 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", whoa yeah