Never treat me sweet and gentle
The way you should
I got it bad and that ain't good
My poor heart is sentimental
It's not made out of wood
I got it bad and that ain't good
But when the weekend is over, and Monday rose around
I end up like I startled, crying my heart out
He don't love me like I love him
Nobody could
I got it bad and that ain't good
Though folks with good intentions come 'round
And tell me I should save all my tears
I say I'm so mad, so mad about him
I couldn't leave one day, not one day without him
Lord, up above me
Ooh, he can't love me the way, the way you know he could
Oh-oh, yeah, I got it bad and that ain't good
Oh, no, ooh, no, I got it bad and that ain't good
