she never treats me sweet and gentle the way she should i ve got it bad and that ain t good my poor heart is sentimental not made of wood i ve got it bad and that ain t good but when the weekend s over and old monday rolls around i end up like i start out just crying my heart out lord above me make her love me the way she should i ve got it bad and that ain t good but when the weekend s over and i say monday rolls around i end up like i start out just crying my heart out lord above me make this woman love me the way she should hey hey i ve got it bad and that ain t good no no no baby i i ve got it bad and that ain t good