It's Too Late - Wild Belle

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 not coming back to you

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