My poor heart it's sentimental
You know it ain't made out of wood
I got it bad and that ain't good
When the weekend is over
And Monday rolls round
I am the way that I started out
You know I'm crying, crying my heart out
He don't love me like I love him
Ah nobody could, I got it bad, bad
I got it bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
I got it bad, ah bad
And I got it bad and it ain't good