He never treats me sweet and gentle The way he should 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 is over And Monday rolls around I end up like I start out Just cryin', cryin' my poor heart out Lord above me, make him love me The way he should I got it bad, I got it bad and that ain't good Lord above me, make him love me The way he should I got it bad that ain't good I got it bad and that ain't good