Never treats me sweet and gentle   The way that he should   I've got it bad and that ain't good      My poor heart is sentimental   But certainly 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've starved out   Just cryin' and cryin', and cryin'   My poor hours out      'Cause he don't love me like I love him   But no, no, no, no nobody could, no   I've got it bad and that ain't good      Now folks with good intentions   Tell me to save my tears   I'm just glad, I'm mad about him   'Cause I just can't, I just can't live without him      I'm asking you Lord, up above me   Make him love me the way that it should   'Cause I've got it, I've got it real, real, real, real bad      I've got it, got it so bad, yeah   I've got it bad, so bad, I've got it bad   I've got it bad and that ain't good