I'm standing here looking in the mirror 
 Saying  [bad word]  to myself
 I should have known the day [bad word] 
 That she would find somebody else
 And all the things I took her through 
 [bad word]  I shouldn't have lasted this long
 Now I'm at this telephone booth calling 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 [bad word] out of love
 (No matter what you say, no)
 And then it's too late to talk about it
 (Too late to talk about it)

 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
 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 [bad word] around

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 La da da da da la la da da
 La da da da da la la da da
 If you don't want to find out the hard way
 Then listen to this song while the record plays

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 You can cry a river 
 'Till an ocean starts to form, yeah
 But she will always remember 
 Cuz she's a woman scorned
 And if you ever get her back
 It will never be the same
 She's cuttin' the corners of her eyes
 Every time she see your face
 Now your [bad word] is out the door
 She don't 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
 Is what the mirror said to me, whoa
 She was raised in Illinois 
 Right outside of Chicago
 Some of the best cookin' you ever had
 Yes, it was and I miss her
 Hey woman, if you're listening
 I said I miss you baby