Matraca Berg - I Got It Bad Lyrics
(matraca berg/jim photoglo)I cant eat, I cant sleep,I got nubs where my fingernails used to beAnd my cat is lookin kinda worried bout me.The phone rings and I pounceIm like o.j. simpson jumping over the couchIt aint you, Im answering breathlesslyI got it bad, I got it bad for youIt got hot, you got coldYou said your mama didnt think girls should be so boldAll of that from one little innocent kissWell now I heard it allMaybe I should ask your mama to give me a callMaybe she could tell me what to do about thisI got it bad, I got it bad for youWell I never in all of my daysEver had a man that would treat me this wayThe one who aint beating down my doorIs the only one whos got me walking the floorI got jewels from a princeWell the least Ive ever gotten was a box of mintsBut from you I aint got nothing but the bluesI got it bad, I got it bad for youIve been snagged, Ive been hookedI burned my party dress and my little black bookOh my god, whats my world coming to?I got it bad, I got it bad for youI got it bad, I got it bad for you
