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

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