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
But 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
I got it bad and that ain't good
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
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