I Got It Bad

My baby never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
I've got it bad and that ain't good
No, that ain't good

My poor heart is sentimental
Not made of wood
'Cause I've got it bad
And that ain't good

And when the weekend's over
And Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out
Just crying my heart out

Oh, Lord above me
Make him love me the way he should
The way he should
Because I've got it so bad and that ain't good

(I've got it bad and that ain't good)
Boo-roo-doo-doo-doo, ooh