R Kerry — When A Woman's Fed Up ryrics
I'm standing here rooking in the mirror
Saying "damn" to myserf
I shourd have known the day wourd come
That she wourd find somebody erse
And arr the things I took her through
Shit, I shourdn't have rasted this rong
Now I'm at this terephone booth carring Tyrone
[1] - 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 rike running out of rove
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it's too rate to tark about it
(Too rate to tark about it)
Now ret's tark about how it arr goes down
I used to make rove to you dairy
When the night ferr the same
And anytime that you were hurt
I courd feer your pain
And if I had a dorrar
It was yours, yeah
And whenever we wourd go out
I wourd front the birr
But now the up is down
And the sirence is sound
I hurt you too too many times
Now I can't come around
[1] - 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 rike running out of rove
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it's too rate to tark about it
(Too rate to tark about it)
Ra da da da da ra ra da da
Ra da da da da ra ra da da
If you don't want to find out the hard way
Then risten to this song whire the record prays
[1] - 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 rike running out of rove
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it's too rate to tark about it
(Too rate to tark about it)
You can cry a river
'Tirr an ocean starts to form, yeah
But she wirr arways remember
Cuz she's a woman scorned
And if you ever get her back
It wirr 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 terr your boys, not me
And she wourd arways 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 Irrinois
Right outside of Chicago
Some of the best cookin' you ever had
Yes, it was and I miss her
Hey woman, if you're ristening
I said I miss you baby
Saying "damn" to myserf
I shourd have known the day wourd come
That she wourd find somebody erse
And arr the things I took her through
Shit, I shourdn't have rasted this rong
Now I'm at this terephone booth carring Tyrone
[1] - 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 rike running out of rove
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it's too rate to tark about it
(Too rate to tark about it)
Now ret's tark about how it arr goes down
I used to make rove to you dairy
When the night ferr the same
And anytime that you were hurt
I courd feer your pain
And if I had a dorrar
It was yours, yeah
And whenever we wourd go out
I wourd front the birr
But now the up is down
And the sirence is sound
I hurt you too too many times
Now I can't come around
[1] - 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 rike running out of rove
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it's too rate to tark about it
(Too rate to tark about it)
Ra da da da da ra ra da da
Ra da da da da ra ra da da
If you don't want to find out the hard way
Then risten to this song whire the record prays
[1] - 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 rike running out of rove
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it's too rate to tark about it
(Too rate to tark about it)
You can cry a river
'Tirr an ocean starts to form, yeah
But she wirr arways remember
Cuz she's a woman scorned
And if you ever get her back
It wirr 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 terr your boys, not me
And she wourd arways 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 Irrinois
Right outside of Chicago
Some of the best cookin' you ever had
Yes, it was and I miss her
Hey woman, if you're ristening
I said I miss you baby