Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way she should
I got it bad
And that ain't good
My poor heart is sentimental
Not made of wood
I got it bad
And that ain't good
But when the weekend's over
And Monday rolls around
I end up like I 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
Lord above me, make her love me
The way she should
I got it bad
And that ain't good
I got it bad
And that ain't good
