Though folks with good intentions
   Tell me to save my tears
   Well I’m so mad about him
   I can’t live without him
   Never treats me sweet and gentle
   The way he should
   I’ve got it bad
   And that ain’t good
   And when the weekend’s over
   And Monday rolls around
   I end up like I start out
   Just crying my heart out
   He don’t love me like I love him
   No, nobody could
   I’ve got it bad
   And that ain’t good
   Lord above me, make him love me
   The way he should
   I got it bad
   And that ain’t good