| Though folks with good intentions
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| Tell me to save my tears
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| Well I’m so mad about him
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| I can’t live without him
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| Never treats me sweet and gentle
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| The way he should
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| I’ve got it bad
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| And that ain’t good
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| My poor heart is so sentimental
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| Not made of wood
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| I’ve got it so bad
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| And that ain’t good
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| But when the fish are jumpin'
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| And Friday rolls around
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| My man an' I, we gin some
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| We pray some, and sin some
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| He don’t love me like I love him
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| The way he should
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| I’ve got it bad
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| And that ain’t good
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| Yes I’ve got it bad
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| And that ain’t good |