My baby never treats me sweet and gentle the way she should
I got it bad and that ain't good
My poor heart is so sentimental
And it's not made of wood
Now, I got it bad and that ain't good
But when the weekend's over
And Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out, just crying my heart out
She don't love me like I love her, nobody could
I got it bad and that ain't good
Now, when the weekend's over
And Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out, just crying
Oh, she don't love me like I love her, nobody could
I got it bad and it sure is good