Never treat 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 When the weekend's over And Monday rolls around I am the way that I started out Just crying my heart out She don't love me like I love her Nobody could I got it bad and that ain't good Folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears I'm so glad I'm mad about her 'Cause I can't live without her Lord above me, make her love me The way she should I got it bad and that ain't good I got it bad and that just ain't good