My baby never treats me
Sweet and gentle,
The way he should
I got it bad,
And that ain't good
No that ain't good
My poor heart is sentimental,
Not made of wood
'Cause I've got it bad,
And that ain't good
And when the weekend's over
And Monday rolls aroun'
I end up like I start,
Just cryin' my poor hearts out
Oh lord above me,
Make him love me
The way he should
The way he should
Because I've got it so bad,
And that ain't good
(I've got it bad, and that ain't good)
Bobidopidouommmn.