My baby ever treats me sweet and gentle the way he should;
I got it bad and that ain`t good!
My poor heart is sentimental not made of wood
I got it bad and that ain`t good!
But when the weekend`s over and Monday rolls aroun`
I end up like I start out just cryin` my heart out
He don`t love me like I love him nobody could
I got it bad and that ain`t good!
Like alonely weeping willow lost in the wood
I got it bad and that ain`t good!
And the things I tell my pillow no woman should
I got it bad and that ain`t good!
Tho folks with good intentions tell me to save my tears
I`m glad I`m mad about him I can`t live without him
Lord above me make him love me the way he should
I got it bad and that ain`t good!