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My baby ever treats me sweet and gentle the way he should;I got it bad and that ain't good!My poor heart is sentimental not made of woodI got it bad and that ain't good!But when the weekend's over and Monday rolls aroun'I end up like I start out just cryin' my heart outHe don't love me like I love him nobody couldI got it bad and that ain't good!Like a lonely weeping willow lost in the woodI got it bad and that ain't good!And the things I tell my pillow no woman shouldI got it bad and that ain't good!Tho folks with good intentions tell me to save my tearsI'm glad I'm mad about him I can't live without himLord above me make him love me the way he shouldI got it bad and that ain't good! Aus Songtexte Mania