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 Shit, I shouldn't have lasted this long Now I'm at this telephone booth calling Tyrone 'Cause 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 (ooh, 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 'Cause 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) Oh no, it's just 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) Oh yeah, oh yeah, la la da da La La da da da da La da da da da La Oh yeah, la da da da da La 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's fed up Mama taught me along 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 No matter what you say, no 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 'Cause 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 Said I miss you baby, whoa, whoa, oh yeah --- When a Woman's Fed Up - R. Kelly