When a Woman\u0027s Fed Up - R. Kelly (lyrics) I\u0027m standing here looking in the mirror Saying \u0022damn\u0022 to myself I should have known the day would come That she would find somebody else And all the things I took her through Shit, I shouldn\u0027t have lasted this long Now I\u0027m at this telephone booth calling Tyrone \u0027Cause when a woman\u0027s fed up (No matter how you beg, no) It ain\u0027t nothing you can do about it (Nothing you can do about it) It\u0027s like running out of love (No matter what you say, no) And then it\u0027s too late to talk about it (Too late to talk about it) Now let\u0027s 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 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\u0027t come around \u0027Cause when a woman\u0027s fed up (No matter how you beg, no) It ain\u0027t nothing you can do about it Nothing you can do about it It\u0027s like running out of love (No matter what you say, no) Running out of love And then it\u0027s too late to talk about it (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 la da da Whoa, listen... If you don\u0027t want to find out the hard way Then listen to this song while the record plays \u0027Cause when a woman\u0027s fed up (No matter how you beg, no) Mama taught me a long time ago It ain\u0027t nothing you can do about it Nothing you can do about it (Oh no, oh no) It\u0027s like running out of love (No matter what you say, no) And then it\u0027s too late to talk about it (Too late to talk about it) \u0022You can cry a river \u0027Til an ocean starts to form, yeah But she will always remember \u0027Cause she\u0027s a woman scorned And if you ever get her back It will never be the same, no, no She\u0027s cuttin\u0027 the corners of her eyes Every time she see your face Now your trust is out the door She don\u0027t want you no more You used to tell your boys, not me And she would always be there for you If you had took the time to see What that woman meant to you\u0022 Is what the mirror said to me, whoa She was raised in Illinois Right outside of Chicago Some of the best cookin\u0027 you ever had Yes, it was and I miss her Hey woman, if you\u0027re listening I said I miss you baby Whoa, oh yeah