Louis Armstrong - I got It Bad lyrics

Never treat me sweet and gentle The way she should 'Cause 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 When the weekend's over And Monday rolls around I end up like 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 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