i got it bad and that ain t good

Frank Sinatra

Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she 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 s over and Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out, just cryin my heart out

Doesn t love me like I love her, no, nobody could
I got it bad and that ain t good

Like a lonely weepin willow who s lost in the wood
I got it bad and that ain t good
And the things I tell my pillow, nobody should
I got it bad, I got I bad, and it s no good

Though folks with good intentions, they tell me to save up my tears
I m glad I m mad about her, I can t live without her

Lord above, make her love me the way that she should
I got it bad and that ain t good

I got it bad and that ain t good
No good
No good
No good
No good