I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good) (with Duke Ellington & His Orchestra)

Never treats me sweet and gentle

The way he should

'Cause 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

My man and me

We pray some

We gin some

And sin some

He don't love me

Like I love him

Nobody could

I got it bad, and that ain't good

Now 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

Like a lonesome weeping willow

Lost in the wood

The way I hug my pillow

No woman should

Because I got it bad, and that ain't good