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

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