I Got It Bad

Never treats me sweet and gentle, the way she should

I got it bad and that aint good

My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood

I got it bad and that aint good

But when the weekends over and Monday rolls around

I end up like I start out, just cryin my heart out

Doesnt love me like I love her, no, nobody could

I got it bad and that aint good

Like a lonely weepin willow whos lost in the wood

I got it bad and that aint good

And the things I tell my pillow, nobody should

I got it bad, I got it bad and its no good

Though folks with good intentions, they tell me to save up my tears

Im glad Im mad about her, I cant live without her

Lord above, make her love me the way that she should

I got it bad and that aint good

I got it bad and that aint good

No good

No good

No good

No good