I Got It Bad
Never treats me sweet and gentle 
The way he should 'cause 
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 around 
My man and me, We pray some, 
We gin some And sin some 
He don't love me Like 
I love him Nobody could 
I got it bad, and that ain't good