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