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Never treat me sweet and gentle, the way he should |
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I've got it bad and that ain't good |
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My poor heart is oh, sentimental, not made of wood |
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I've got it bad and sweetheart that ain't good |
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But when the weekend's over |
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And Monday roll around |
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I, I end up like I start out |
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Cryin', cryin' my heart out, yeah |
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He don't love me like I love him |
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Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody could |
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Said, I got it bad now |
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Oh Lord, said now and I, that ain't, that ain't good |
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Like a lonely weepin' willow |
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Said lost, oh yeah, I'm lost in the wood |
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Said, I'm, I got it bad now |
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Oh, yeah, that ain't good |
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Listen and the things I, I tell, I tell my pillow |
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No woman, oh, no woman should |
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Say, I got it bad, I got it bad, no, no |
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That ain't, that ain't good |
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Though the folks with good, good intention |
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They tell me, tell me to save my tears |
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But I'm glad, I'm mad about him, oh, yeah |
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And I say, I can't, I can't live without him, oh Lord |
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Lord above me, make him, make him love me |
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The way, the way he should |
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I got it bad now, say, now that ain't good |
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No, no, that ain't good |
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Say now, Lord above me, make him love me |
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The way, the way he should |
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I said, I got it bad, I got it bad, oh Lord |
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That ain't good, that ain't good |
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That ain't, that ain't good |
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I, I got it bad and that ain't good |
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That ain't, no, no |
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That ain't, that ain't, that ain't good |
