Never treats me sweet and gentle The way he should I got it bad And that's not 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 When the weekend's over And Monday rolls around I end up like I start out Just crying my poor heart out He don't love me like I love him Nobody could I got it bad That's not good Like a lonely weeping willow Who's lost in the wood I got it so bad and that ain't good And the things I tell my pillow No woman should I got it bad And that's not good That's not good Now folks with good intentions They tell me They tell me to save my tears Tell me to save my tears But I'm glad I'm bad about him I just can't live I just can't live without him Lord above me Make him love me The way All the way that he should Way he should I got it so bad I got it bad And that's not good That ain't good I got it real, real bad And you know that's not good