Though folks with good intentions
tell me to save my tears
well i'm so mad about him
i can't live without him
never treats me sweet and gentle
the way he should
i've got it bad
and that ain't good
my poor heart is sentimental
not made of wood
i've got it bad
and that ain't good
and when the weekend's over
and monday rolls around
i end up like i start out
just crying my heart out
he don't love me like i love him
no, nobody could
i've got it bad
and that ain't good
lord above me, make him love me
the way he should
i got it bad
and that ain't good

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