I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good Lyrics

Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she should
My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood

But when the weekend's over and Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out, just cryin' my heart out
Doesn't love me like I love her, no, nobody could

Like a lonely weepin' willow who's lost in the wood
And the things I tell my pillow, nobody should
I got it bad, I got it bad and it's no good

Though folks with good intentions, they tell me to save up my tears
I'm glad I'm mad about her, I can't live without her
Lord above, make her love me the way that she should

No good, no good
No good, no good