Ella Fitzgerald I Got It Bad (and That Ain`t Good) Lyrics

I Got It Bad (and That Ain`t Good) Lyrics

Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
`Cause 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
My man and me,
we pray some,
we gin some
and sin some

He don`t love me
Like I love him
Nobody could
I got it bad, and that ain`t good

Now folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
I`m glad I`m mad about him
I can`t live without him

Lord above me,
Make him love me
The way he should

Like a lonesome weeping willow
lost in the wood
The way I hug my pillow
No woman should
Because I got it bad, and that ain`t good