I Got It Bad

I Got It Bad - Della Reese

Never treats me sweet and gentle

The way he should

I've got it bad

And that ain't good

My poor heart is really 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

He keeps me crying my poor heart out

He don't love me not be like I love him

But then

Nobody could

I've got it bad

And that ain't good

My friends with good intentions

They tell me to save all my tears

I'm glad I'm mad about him

I know I couldn't live no not without him

Lord above me why don't you make him love me

The way he should

I got it bad

And that ain't good

I got it bad

And that ain't good