Lyrics: Frank Sinatra. I Got It Bad.

Never treats 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 I start out, just cryin? my heart out
Doesn?t love me like I love her, no, nobody could
I got it bad and that ain?t good

Like a lonely weepin? willow who?s lost in the wood
I got it bad and that ain?t good
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
I got it bad and that ain?t good
I got it bad and that ain?t good

No good
No good
No good
No good