My baby treats me sweet and gentle
The way that he should
I got it bad and that aint good

My poor heart its sentimental
You know it aint made out of wood
I got it bad and that aint good

When the weekend is over
And monday rolls round
I am the way that I started out
You know Im crying, crying my heart out

He dont 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 aint good