Never treats me sweet and gentle
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The way he should
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'Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good
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My poor heart is sentimental
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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
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And Monday rolls around
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My man and me,
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we pray some,
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we gin some
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and sin some
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He don't love me
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Like I love him
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Nobody could
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I got it bad, and that ain't good
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Now folks with good intentions
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Tell me to save my tears
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I'm glad I'm mad about him
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I can't live without him
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Lord above me,
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Make him love me
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The way he should
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Like a lonesome weeping willow
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lost in the wood
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The way I hug my pillow
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No woman should
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Because 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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| Ella Fitzgerald |
