Letras
I'm sorry, baby
I'm sorry I hurt you
And if I did, I'm sorry
Stand there looking in the mirror
Saying things to myself
I should have known the day would come
That she would find somebody else
And all the things I took her through
Shouldn't have lasted this long
Now I'm at this telephone booth
Calling Tyrone
'Cause when a woman's fed up
No matter how you beg
There ain't nothing you can do about it, oh no
It's like running out of love
No matter what you say
It is too late to talk about it, oh yeah
I used to make love to you daily
When the night fell, I'd stay
And any time that you were hurt
I could feel your pain
And if I had a dollar, it was your share
And any time that we were out
Away from the bills
But now the heart beats 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
No matter how you beg
There ain't nothing you can do about it, oh no
It's like running out of love
No matter what you say
It is too late to talk about it, oh yeah
La-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da
Now I can't come around, no, no
If you don't want to find out the hard way
Just listen to the song
While the record plays
'Cause when a woman's fed up
No matter how you beg
There ain't nothing you can do about it, oh no
It's like running out of love
No matter what you say
It is too late to talk about it, oh yeah
'Cause when a woman's fed up
No matter how you beg
There ain't nothing you can do about it, oh no
It's like running out of love
No matter what you say
It is too late to talk about it, oh no
When a woman's fed up
It is too late to talk about it
When a woman's fed up
It is too late to talk about it
When a woman's fed up