I Got It Bad

I Got It Bad - 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 wish's are jumpping

And reise are rolls around

My man and me

We gin some

And pray some

And sin some

He don't love me

Like I love him

Nobody could

I 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

Now maybe I am wrong

Du feel the way I do

I know my heart with never tence of falling you

I got it bad and that ain't good