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 here through 
I shouldn't have 
lasted this long 

Now I'm at this telephone booth 
calling Tyrone 
'Cause when a woman's fed up... 
There ain't nothing 

you can do about it 
It's like running out of luck 
Then it's too late to talk about it 
Mmm 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 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 
'Cause when a woman's fed up... 
There ain't nothing 
you can do about it 

Oh no.. 
It's just like running out of luck 
Running out of luck 
Then it's too late to talk about it 

Oh Yeah... Oh Yeah 
La da da da- da... 
la.. la da da 
La da da da- da... 

la... Oh Yeah yeah yeah 
Woah Yeah 
Woah... ah.. 
Listen 

If you don't want to find out 
The hard way.... 
Then listen to this song 
while the record plays 

'Cause when a woman's fed up.. 
Mama taught me a long time ago 
Nothing you can do about it 
Oh no.. no.. no... 

Running out of luck, stay awhile 
Too late to talk about it, Yeah 
You can cry a river 
til an ocean starts to flow 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, No no 

She's cuttin' the corners 
of her eyes 
every time she sees 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 will always 
be there for you 

If you took the time to see 
what that woman meant to you... 
Is what the mirror said to me 
Oh.... ah.... 

She was raised in Illinois 
right outside Chicago 
Some of the best cooking 
you ever had 

yes it was and I miss her, Oh 
Hey woman if you're listening