Lyrics I Got It Bad and That Ain´t Good - Frank Sinatra, Nelson Riddle & His Orchestra

I Got It Bad and That Ain´t Good

Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she 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’s over and monday rolls around
I end up like i start out, just cryin' my heart out
Doesn’t love me like i love her, no, nobody could
I got it bad and that ain’t good
Like a lonely weepin' willow who’s lost in the wood
I got it bad and that ain’t good
And the things i tell my pillow, nobody should
I got it bad, i got i bad, and it’s no good
Though folks with good intentions, they tell me to save up my tears
I’m glad i’m mad about her, i can’t live without her
Lord above, make her love me the way that she should
I got it bad and that ain’t good
I got it bad and that ain’t good
No good
No good
No good
No good