I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good

I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)/Nelson Riddle

Never treats me sweet and gentle

The way she 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

But when the weekend's over

And Monday rolls around

I end up like I start out

Just crying my heart out

Doesn't love me like I love her

No nobody could

I've got it bad

And that ain't good

Like a lonely weeping willow

Who's lost in the wood

I got it bad and that ain't good

And the things I tell my pillow nobody should

I got it bad

I got it bad and that ain't good

Though folks with good intentions

They tell me to save of my tears

I'm glad I'm mad about her

I can't live without her

Lord above me make her love me

The way that she should

I got it bad and that ain't good

I got it bad and that ain't good

No good

No good

No good

No good