My baby never 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