(Matraca Berg/Jim Photoglo)
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I can't eat, I can't sleep,
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I got nubs where my fingernails used to be
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And my cat is lookin' kinda worried 'bout me.
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The phone rings and I pounce
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I'm like O.J. Simpson jumping over the couch
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It ain't you, I'm answering breathlessly
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I got it bad, I got it bad for you
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It got hot, you got cold
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You said your mama didn't think girls should be so bold
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All of that from one little innocent kiss
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Well now I heard it all
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Maybe I should ask your mama to give me a call
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Maybe she could tell me what to do about this
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I got it bad, I got it bad for you
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Well I never in all of my days
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Ever had a man that would treat me this way
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The one who ain't beating down my door
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Is the only one who's got me walking the floor
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I got jewels from a prince
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Well the least I've ever gotten was a box of mints
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But from you I ain't got nothing but the blues
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I got it bad, I got it bad for you
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I've been snagged, I've been hooked
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I burned my party dress and my little black book
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Oh my God, what's my world coming to?
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I got it bad, I got it bad for you
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I got it bad, I got it bad for you
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I Got It Bad
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| Matraca Berg |
