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When A Woman's Fed Up lyrics


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     When A Woman's Fed Up
    >> R Kelly
        I'm standing here looking on 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 song
    Now I'm at this telephone booth calling Tyrone
    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 toomany times
    Now I can't come around
    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
    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
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