My baby never treats me sweet and gentle the way he 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 aroun´
I end up like I start out just cryin´ my heart out
He don´t love me like I love him nobody could
I got it bad and that ain´t good!

Like a lonely weeping willow lost in the wood
I got it bad and that ain´t good!
And the things I tell my pillow no woman should
I got it bad and that ain´t good!
Tho folks with good intentions tell me to save my tears
I´m glad I´m mad about him I can´t live without him
Lord above me make him love me the way he should
I got it bad and that ain´t good