Though folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
Well, I'm so mad about him
I can't live without him

Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
I've got it bad and that ain't good

My poor heart is so sentimental
Not made of wood
I've got it bad
And that ain't good

And when the weekend's over
And Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out
Just crying my heart out

He don't love me like I love him
No, nobody could
I've got it bad and that ain't good

Lord above me, make him love me
The way he should
I got it bad and that ain't good