My baby ever treats me sweet and gentle the way he should;
I got it bad and that aint good!
My poor heart is sentimental not made of wood
I got it bad and that aint good!
But when the weekends over and monday rolls aroun
I end up like I start out just cryin my heart out
He dont love me like I love him nobody could
I got it bad and that aint good!
Like alonely weeping willow lost in the wood
I got it bad and that aint good!
And the things I tell my pillow no woman should
I got it bad and that aint good!
Tho folks with good intentions tell me to save my tears
Im glad Im mad about him I cant live without him
Lord above me make him love me the way he should
I got it bad and that aint good!
The poets say that all who love are blind
But Im in love and I know what time it is!
The good book says "go seek and ye shall find"
Well, I have sought and my what a climb it is!
My life is just like the weather
It changes with the hours
When hes near Im fair and warmer
When hes gone Im cloudy with showers;
In emotion, like the ocean its either sink or swim
When a woman loves a man like I love him.
Never treats me sweet and gentle the way he should;
I got it bad and that aint good!
My poor heart is sentimental not made of wood
I got it bad and that aint good!
But when the weekends over and monday rolls aroun
I end up like I start out just cryin my heart out
He dont love me like I love him nobody could
I got it bad and that aint good!
Like alonely weeping willow lost in the wood
I got it bad and that aint good!
And the things I tell my pillow no woman should
I got it bad and that aint good!
Tho folks with good intentions tell me to save my tears
Im glad Im mad about him I cant live without him
Lord above me make him love me the way he should
I got it bad and that aint good!