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

My baby never treats me sweet and gentle

The way he should

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

No, that ain't good

My poor heart is sentimental

Not made of wood

'Cause I've got it bad

And that ain't good

And when the weekend's over

And Monday rolls around

I end up like I start out

Just crying my heart out

Oh, Lord above me

Make him love me the way he should

The way he should

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

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

Boo-roo-doo-doo-doo, ooh