Never treats me sweet and gentle The way that he should I've got it bad and that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental But certainly not made of wood I've got it bad and that ain't good But when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around I end up like I've starved out Just cryin' and cryin', and cryin' My poor hours out 'Cause he don't love me like I love him But no, no, no, no nobody could, no I've got it bad and that ain't good Now folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears I'm just glad, I'm mad about him 'Cause I just can't, I just can't live without him I'm asking you Lord, up above me Make him love me the way that it should 'Cause I've got it, I've got it real, real, real, real bad I've got it, got it so bad, yeah I've got it bad, so bad, I've got it bad I've got it bad and that ain't good