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 cryin' 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