Anita Baker

Love was meant to be loving
So many times we don't give, we take
Love has really no conception to this rule
Days you gave me were numbered
And as a rule they were hard to take
All it took was the number of a fool
Rules were made to be broken
So many hearts break the same way too, aw baby
I said that you ain't no exception to the rule, yes sir
Your answer begging my question
It seems I left you too late to ask
Was this really your intention
From the start
The nights you left me are empty, baby
As for the answer, they changed the past
I tried to let you explain your change of heart
How could you change your mind