(Let's try the whole song once)
(Nah c'mon)

Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way that he should
I've got it bad
And that ain't good

And that boy is sentimental
And I've made him walk
I've got it bad
And that ain't good

And when the fish are jumping
And Friday rolls around
I end up like I start out
Just crying my heart out

Lord above me
Make him love me
I know he should
I've got it bad
I've got it bad
And that ain't good

(Now don't you stop in there, wait a minute)
I've got it bad
And somebody plays
I've got it bad
And somebody answers
(Then- bah!)
But that ain't good
(You see?)
(So you go one to thе cello, one to the tеn over here)
I got it bad
(You see that's what I'm saying)
I got it bad
(Vocalising, and then)
And that ain't... creepy! Ah-wee-oh-wee-oh-la-oh-la, you know?
Flowy, yeah