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)

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)

Then it's too late to talk about it

(Too late to talk about it)

Oh ah, listen

If you don't want to find out the hard way

Then listen to the song while the record plays

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

It's like running out of love, runnin' 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

When a woman's fed up

You can cry a river

(No matter how you beg, no)

Till an ocean starts to form, yeah

It ain't nothing you can do about it

But she will always remember

'Cause she's a woman scorned

It's like running out of love

And if you ever get her back

It will never be the same

Then it's too late to talk about it

She's cuttin' the corners of her eyes

Every time she see your face

When a woman's fed up

Now your trust is out the door

She don't want you no more

It ain't nothing you can do about it

You used to tell your boys, not me

And she would always be there for you

It's like running out of love

If you had took the time to see

(No matter what you say, no)

What the woman meant to you

Then it's too late to talk about it

Is what the mirror said to me, whoa

When a woman's fed up

She was raised in Illinois

Right outside of Chicago

It ain't nothing you can do about it

Some of the best cookin' you ever had

Yes, it was and I miss her

It's like running out of love

Hey woman, if you're listening

Then it's too late to talk about it

Said I miss  you baby, whoa, whoa, oh yeah