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 My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood 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