I oh She never treats me sweet angel The way she should I've got it bad so bad My poor heart is Cinnamon Not made of wood I've got it so bad and that ain't good When the week ends over Friday rolls around My gal and me We tend some Embrace some and we send some She don't love me like I love her Nobody could I've got it bad That ain't good I've got it bad I've got it bad I've got it bad I've got it bad When the week in over Monday rolls around I end up like I start out Crying Crying my heart out She don't love me Like I love her No Nobody could That's why I've got it I've got it bad That ain't good I Got it bad You
