Ella Fitzgerald - I Got It Bad Lyrics
Never treats me sweet and gentleThe way he should'cause i got it bad, and that ain't goodMy poor heart is sentimentalNot made of woodI got it bad, and that ain't goodBut when the weekend's overAnd monday rolls aroundMy man and me,We pray some,We gin someAnd sin someHe don't love meLike i love himNobody couldI got it bad, and that ain't goodNow folks with good intentionsTell me to save my tearsI'm glad i'm mad about himI can't live without himLord above me,Make him love meThe way he shouldLike a lonesome weeping willowLost in the woodThe way i hug my pillowNo woman shouldBecause i got it bad, and that ain't good