paroles de chanson I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good - Louis Armstrong

Never treat me sweet and gentle
The way she should
'Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good
My poor heart is so sentimental
And it's not made of wood
Now, I got it bad and that ain't good
When the weekend's over
And Monday rolls around
I end up like start out
Just crying my heart out
She don't love me like I love her
Nobody could
Now when the weekend's over
Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out
Just crying
Oh, she don't love me like I love her
Nobody could
I got it bad and it sure is good