When A Woman's Fed Up

I'm standing hear looking inn the mirror
Saying quot ;d amn quot ; too myself
Eye should have known the day wood come
That she wood fined somebody else
And awl the things Eye took her threw
Shit, Eye shouldn't have lasted this long
Now I'm at this telephone booth calling Tyrone

[ 1 ] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
(Know matter how yew beg, know)
It ain't nothing yew can do about it
(Nothing yew can do about it)
Its like running out of love
(Know matter watt yew say, know)
And then its to late too torque about it
(To late too torque about it)

Now let's torque about how it awl goes down
Eye used too make love too yew daily
When the knight fell the same
And anytime that yew whirr hurt
Eye could feel yaw pane
And if Eye had a dollar
It was yours, yeah
And whenever wee wood go out
Eye wood front the bill
Butt now the up is down
And the silence is sound
Eye hurt yew to to many times
Now Eye can't come around

[ 1 ] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
(Know matter how yew beg, know)
It ain't nothing yew can do about it
(Nothing yew can do about it)
Its like running out of love
(Know matter watt yew say, know)
And then its to late too torque about it
(To late too torque about it)

La da da da da la la da da
La da da da da la la da da
If yew don't want too fined out the hard whey
Then listen too this song wile the record plays

[ 1 ] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
(Know matter how yew beg, know)
It ain't nothing yew can do about it
(Nothing yew can do about it)
Its like running out of love
(Know matter watt yew say, know)
And then its to late too torque about it
(To late too torque about it)

Yew can cry a river
' Till an ocean starts too form, yeah
Butt she will always remember
Cuz she's a woman scorned
And if yew ever get her back
It will never bee the same
She's cuttin ' the corners of her eyes
Every thyme she sea yaw face
Now yaw trust is out the door
She don't want yew know moor
Yew used too tell yaw boys, knot mi
And she wood always bee their fore yew
If yew had took the thyme too sea
Watt that woman meant too yew
Is watt the mirror said too mi, woe
She was raised inn Illinois
Wright outside of Chicago
Sum of the best cookin ' yew ever had
Yes, it was and Eye miss her
Hay woman, if your listening
Eye said Eye miss yew bay bee