My baby never 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 a lonely 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!
Original lyric
The poets say that all who love are blind But I´m in love and I know what time it is! The Good Book says "Go seek and ye shall find" Well, I have sought and my what a climb it is! My life is just like the weather It changes with the hours When he´s near I´m fair and warmer When he´s gone I´m cloudy with showers; In emotion, like the ocean it´s either sink or swim When a woman loves a man like I love him Never 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