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Now That's What I Call Music!

When A Woman's Fed Up Lyrics - Now That's What I Call Music!

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 

 

1 - '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 

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 - '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) 

 

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 - '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) 

 

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 

I said I miss you baby