歌词
Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
'Cause 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
My man and me,
we pray some,
we gin some
and sin some
He don't love me
Like I love him
Nobody could
I got it bad, and that ain't good
Lord above me,
Make him love me
The way he should
Because I got it bad, and that ain't good