I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good)

He never treats me sweet and gentle

The way he should

I've got it bad

And that ain't good

My poor heart is so sentimental

Not made of wood

I've got it so bad

And that ain't good

But when the weekend over

And Monday rolls around

The gays start aways flying my brohana

He don't love me like I love him

Nobody good

I've got it bad

And that ain't good