Never treats me
Sweet and gentle
The way he should
I've 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 aroun'
I end up like I start out
Just cryin' 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
