| The poets say that all who love are blind;
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| But I’m in love and I know what time it is!
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| The Good Book says «Go seek and 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 the weather
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| It changes with the hours;
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| When he’s near I’m fair and warmer
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| When he’s gone I’m cloudy with showers;
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| In emotion, like the ocean 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 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 aroun'
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| I end up like I start out just cryin' my heart out
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| He don’t love me like I love him nobody could
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| I Got It Bad And That Ain’t Good
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| Like a lonely weeping willow 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 no woman should
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| I Got It Bad And That Ain’t Good!
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| Tho folks with good intentions ell me to save my tears
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| I’m glad I’m mad about him I can’t live without him
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| Lord above me make him love me the way he should
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| I Got It Bad And That Ain’t Good. |