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
Cau'se 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
Ohh 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!
