| Never treat me sweet and gentle, the way he should
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| I’ve got it bad and that ain’t good
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| My poor heart is oh, sentimental, not made of wood
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| I’ve got it bad and sweetheart that ain’t good
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| But when the weekend’s over
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| And Monday roll around
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| I, I end up like I start out
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| Cryin', cryin' my heart out, yeah
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| He don’t love me like I love him
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| Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody could
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| Said, I got it bad now
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| Oh Lord, said now and I, that ain’t, that ain’t good
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| Like a lonely weepin' willow
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| Said lost, oh yeah, I’m lost in the wood
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| Said, I’m, I got it bad now
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| Oh, yeah, that ain’t good
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| Listen and the things I, I tell, I tell my pillow
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| No woman, oh, no woman should
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| Say, I got it bad, I got it bad, no, no That ain’t, that ain’t good
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| Though the folks with good, good intention
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| They tell me, tell me to save my tears
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| But I’m glad, I’m mad about him, oh, yeah
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| And I say, I can’t, I can’t live without him, oh Lord
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| Lord above me, make him, make him love me The way, the way he should
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| I got it bad now, say, now that ain’t good
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| No, no, that ain’t good
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| Say now, Lord above me, make him love me The way, the way he should
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| I said, I got it bad, I got it bad, oh Lord
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| That ain’t good, that ain’t good
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| That ain’t, that ain’t good
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| I, I got it bad and that ain’t good
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| That ain’t, no, no That ain’t, that ain’t, that ain’t good |