Never treats me sweet and gentle

The way he should

I've got it bad

And that ain't good

My poor heart is sentimental

Not made of wood

I've got it bad

And that ain't good

But when when the weekend's over

And Monday rolls around

I end up like I start out

Just crying my heart out

He don't love me like I love him

No nobody could

I've got it bad

And that ain't good

Never treats me sweet and gentle

He's not very sentimental

My poor heart is sentimental

But I love him

Baby that's why

When the weekend's over

Monday rolls around

I end up like I start out

Just crying my heart out

Lord above me make him love me

The way he should

Oh I I got it bad

And that ain't good

So bad

So bad

So bad

So bad

I got it bad

And that ain't good