My baby treats me sweet and gentle
The way that he should
I got it bad and that ain’t good
My poor heart it’s sentimental
You know it ain’t made out of wood
I got it bad and that ain’t good
When the weekend is over
And monday rolls round
I am the way that I started out
You know I’m crying, crying my heart out
He don’t love me like I love him
Ah nobody could
I got it bad, bad,
I got it bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
I got it bad, ah bad
And I got it bad and it ain’t good
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