I Got It Bad Testo

Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
❝cause I got it bad, and that ain❝t good
My poor heart is sentimental
Not made of wood
I got it bad, and that ain❝t good
But when the weekend❝s over
And monday rolls around
My man and me,
We pray some,
We gin some
And sin some
He don❝t love me
Like I love him
Nobody could
I got it bad, and that ain❝t good
Now folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
I❝m glad I❝m mad about him
I can❝t live without him
Lord above me,
Make him love me
The way he should
Like a lonesome weeping willow
Lost in the wood
The way I hug my pillow
No woman should
Because I got it bad, and that ain❝t good