It's Too Late to Cry

It’s too late to cry baby, you brought it all on your self.
It’s too late to cry baby, you brought it all on your self.
Yes, I know you not in love with me, you in love with somebody else.
I built my whole life around you, worked my fingers to the bone.
I built my whole life around you, worked my fingers to the bone.
You know you don’t want me baby, and why in the devil don’t you let me alone?
You just a no good woman, rotten from your head on down.
I give you everything, give you everything that a man can give.
You will never be no good baby, you will be rotten just as long as you live.