| The poets say that all who love are blind
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| Well I’m inl ove and I know what time it is
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| The good books say go seekand ye shall find
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| Well I have sought and my what a climb it is
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| My life is just like tha weather it changes with the hour
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| When he’s near I’m fair and warmer
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| When he is gone I’m cloudy with showers
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| Any motion loke the ocean
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| It’s either sink or swim
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| When a woman loves a man like I love him
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| Never treats me sweet and gentle the way he should
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| I got it bad and that ain’t good
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| My poor heart is sentimental
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| 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
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| And Monday rolls around
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| I end up like I start out
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| Just crying my heart out
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| He don’t love me like I love nobody could
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| I got it bad and that ain’t good
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| The folks with good intentions
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| Tell me to save my tears
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| I’m glad I’m mad about him
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| I can’t live without him
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| Lord above me, make him love me
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| The way he should
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| I got it bad and that ain’t good |