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

Never treats me sweet and gentle

The way that he should

I've got it bad and that ain't good

My poor heart is sentimental

But certainly not made of wood

I've got it bad and that ain't good

But when the weekend's over

And Monday rolls around

I end up like I've starved out

Just cryin' and cryin', and cryin'

My poor hours out

'Cause he don't love me like I love him

But no, no, no, no nobody could, no

I've got it bad and that ain't good

Now folks with good intentions

Tell me to save my tears

I'm just glad, I'm mad about him

'Cause I just can't, I just can't live without him

I'm asking you Lord, up above me

Make him love me the way that it should

'Cause I've got it, I've got it real, real, real, real bad

I've got it, got it so bad, yeah

I've got it bad, so bad, I've got it bad

I've got it bad and that ain't good