Though folks with good intentions

Tell me to save my tears

Well I'm so mad about him

I can't live without him

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

And 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

Lord above me, make him love me

The way he should

I got it bad

And that ain't good