the poets say that all who love are blind but i m in love and i know what time it is the good book says go seek and ye shall find well i have sought and my what a climb it is my life is just like the weather it changes with the hours when he s near i m fair and warmer when he s gone i m cloudy with showers in emotion like the ocean it s either sink or swim when a woman loves a man like i love him never treats me sweet and gentle the way he should i got it bad and that ain t good my poor heart is sentimental not made of wood i got it bad and that ain t good but when the weekend s over and monday rolls aroun i end up like i start out just cryin my heart out he don t love me like i love him nobody could i got it bad and that ain t good like a lonely weeping willow lost in the wood i got it bad and that ain t good and the things i tell my pillow no woman should i got it bad and that ain t good tho folks with good intentions tell me to save my tears i m glad i m mad about him i can t live without him lord above me make him love me the way he should i got it bad and that ain t good 