[Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she should, yes
I got it bad and that ain't good
My poor heart is so sentimental, and its not made of wood, yes
Now, I got it bad and that ain't good

[Bridge]
When the weekend's over and Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out, just cryin' my heart out

[Verse 2]
She don't love me like I love her, nobody could
I got it bad and that ain't good

[Bridge]
Now, when the weekend's over, Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out, just cryin' [scat]

[Verse 3]
Oh, she don't love me like I love her, nobody could, yes
I got it bad and it sure is good