I Got it Bad (& That Ain't Good) - Nina Simone

My baby never treats me

Sweet and gentle,

The way he should

I got it bad,

And that ain’t good

No that ain’t good

My poor heart is sentimental,

Not made of wood

Cause I’ve got it bad,

And that ain’t good

And when the weekend’s over

And Monday rolls aroun'

I end up like I start,

Just cryin' my poor hearts out

Oh lord above me,

Make him love me

The way he should

The way he should

Because I’ve got it so bad,

And that ain’t good

(I've got it bad, and that ain’t good)

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