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

Never treat me sweet and gentle

The way she should

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

My poor heart is so sentimental

And it's not made of wood

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

When the weekend's over

And Monday rolls around

I end up like 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

Now when the weekend's over

Monday rolls around

I end up like I start out

Just crying

Oh, she don't love me like I love her

Nobody could

I got it bad and it sure is good