I'm standing here
Lookin' in the mirror
Sayin' 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 shoulda
Lasted this long
Now I'm at this
Telephone booth
Calling Tyrone
(Cause when a)
(Woman's fed up)
(lt ain't nothin')
(You can do)
(About it)
(lt's like runnin')
(Out of love)
(And it's 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
Felt 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
So, now I can't
Come around
Cause when a
Woman's fed up
Mmm...
It ain't nothin'
You can do
About it
Oh, no!
It's like runnin'
Out of love, yeah!
And then
It's too late
To talk about it
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh... ah, listen!
If you don't
Wanna find out
The hard way
Then listen to
The song while
The record plays
When a woman...
Momma taught me
A long time ago
Nothin' you can
Do about it
Oh no, no, no
Runnin' out of love
Say it now
Too late to
Talk about it
Yeah!
You can cry a river
'Til 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 would never be
The same, no no
She's cuttin' the
Corners of her eyes
Every time she
See your face
And all your trust
Is out the door
She don't want you
No more
You used to tell
Your boys, not me
And she will always
Be here for ya
If you had took
The time to see
What that woman
Meant to you
Is what the mirror
Said to me
Whoa-oh-ah
She was raised
In lllinois
Right outside
Of Chicago
Some of the
Best cooking
You ever had
Yes it was
And I miss her, oh!
Hey woman,
If you're listenin'
Said I miss you
Baby...