I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good) (Live At The Newport Jazz Festival, 1957)

I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good) (Live At The Newport Jazz Festival, 1957) - Ella Fitzgerald

Never 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 wood

I got it bad

And that ain't good

But 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

Nobody could

I got it bad

And that ain't good

But when the weekend's over

And Monday rolls around

I end up like I start out

Just crying my poor heart out

Lord above me make him love me

The way that he should

I got it bad

Like a lonely leaping weeping willow

Nobody knows what I tell my pillow

I got it bad

So bad

And that ain't good