Текст песни I Got It Bad And That Ain't Good - Carmen McRae

Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she should
My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood
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
Like a lonely weepin' willow who's lost in the wood
And the things I tell my pillow, nobody should
I got it bad, I got it 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
No good, no good
No good, no good