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 crying
My heart out
She don't love me
Like I love her
Nobody could
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 crying
My heart out
She don't love me
Like I love her
Nobody could
I got it bad
And that ain't good