Now that you want me it's too late 
It's too late for love 
Or when you got me 
You don't care 
It's too late for love 

I'm tired, so tired of playing 
... 
My mind is made up 
Uuuuuh uuuh 
I'm [bad word] back to you 
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I need a man that treats me right 
He'll treat me right 
He'll feed me supper more than twice 
Yes he will, yes yes, he will 
I'm not asking for lots of fancy toys 
I don't need a lot of fancy toys 
Someone to keep me warm at night 
Uuuuuuh uuh 

So why why when you had me boy 
You must've been blind 
Goodbye, bye 
Now you taste the teardrops that I cried 

Uuuuuuh uuuuuuh 
Uuuuuuh uh uuh uuuh 
It's too late for love