Never treats me Sweet and gentle The way he should I've 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 aroun' I end up like I start out Just cryin' my heart out She don't love me Like I love her Nobody could I got it bad And that ain't good Lord above me Make her love me The way she should I got it bad And that ain't good I got it bad And that ain't good