I'm standing here looking in the mirror
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Saying "damn" to myself
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I should have known the day would come
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That she would find somebody else
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And all the things I took her through
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Shit, I shouldn't have lasted this long
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Now I'm at this telephone booth calling Tyrone
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[1] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
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(No matter how you beg, no)
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It ain't nothing you can do about it
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(Nothing you can do about it)
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It's like running out of love
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(No matter what you say, no)
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And then it's too late to talk about it
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(Too late to talk about it)
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Now let's talk about how it all goes down
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I used to make love to you daily
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When the night fell the same
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And anytime that you were hurt
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I could feel your pain
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And if I had a dollar
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It was yours, yeah
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And whenever we would go out
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I would front the bill
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But now the up is down
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And the silence is sound
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I hurt you too too many times
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Now I can't come around
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[1] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
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(No matter how you beg, no)
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It ain't nothing you can do about it
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(Nothing you can do about it)
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It's like running out of love
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(No matter what you say, no)
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And then it's too late to talk about it
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(Too late to talk about it)
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La da da da da la la da da
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La da da da da la la da da
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If you don't want to find out the hard way
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Then listen to this song while the record plays
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[1] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
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(No matter how you beg, no)
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It ain't nothing you can do about it
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(Nothing you can do about it)
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It's like running out of love
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(No matter what you say, no)
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And then it's too late to talk about it
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(Too late to talk about it)
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You can cry a river
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'Till an ocean starts to form, yeah
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But she will always remember
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Cuz she's a woman scorned
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And if you ever get her back
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It will never be the same
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She's cuttin' the corners of her eyes
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Every time she see your face
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Now your trust is out the door
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She don't want you no more
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You used to tell your boys, not me
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And she would always be there for you
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If you had took the time to see
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What that woman meant to you
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Is what the mirror said to me, whoa
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She was raised in Illinois
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Right outside of Chicago
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Some of the best cookin' you ever had
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Yes, it was and I miss her
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Hey woman, if you're listening
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I said I miss you baby
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When A Woman's Fed Up
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| R. Kelly |
