Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she 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 around
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I end up like I start out, just cryin' my heart out
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Doesn't love me like I love her, no, nobody could
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I got it bad and that ain't good
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Like a lonely weepin' willow who's 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, nobody should
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I got it bad, I got I bad, and it's no good
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Though folks with good intentions, they tell me to save up my tears
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I'm glad I'm mad about her, I can't live without her
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Lord above, make her love me the way that she should
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I got it bad and that ain't good
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I got it bad and that ain't good
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No good
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No good
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No good
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No good
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I Got It Bad (and That Ain't Good)
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| Frank Sinatra |
