I Got It Bad - Etta Jones

He 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 weekend is over

And Monday rolls around

I end up like I start out

Just cryin', cryin' my poor heart out

Lord above me, make him love me

The way he should

I got it bad, I got it bad and that ain’t good

Lord above me, make him love me

The way he should

I got it bad that ain’t good

I got it bad and that ain’t good