Ella Fitzgerald - I Got It Bad текст песни

Never treats me sweet and gentle

The way he should

cause I got it bad, and that aint good

My poor heart is sentimental

Not made of wood

I got it bad, and that aint good

But when the weekends over

And monday rolls around

My man and me,

We pray some,

We gin some

And sin some

He dont love me

Like I love him

Nobody could

I got it bad, and that aint good

Now folks with good intentions

Tell me to save my tears

Im glad Im mad about him

I cant live without him

Lord above me,

Make him love me

The way he should

Like a lonesome weeping willow

Lost in the wood

The way I hug my pillow

No woman should

Because I got it bad, and that aint good