I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good)

Never treats me sweet and gentle

The way she 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 around

I end up like I start out

Just crying my heart out

She don't love me like I love her

Nobody could

I got it bad

And that ain't good

Lord above me, make her love me

The way she should

I got it bad

And that ain't good

I got it bad

And that ain't good