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