My baby ever 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 alonely 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!