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Never treats me sweet and gentle |
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The way that he should |
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I've got it bad and that ain't good |
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My poor heart is sentimental |
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But certainly not made of wood |
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I've got it bad and that ain't good |
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But when the weekend's over |
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And Monday rolls around |
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I end up like |
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I've starved out |
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Just cryin' and cryin', and cryin' |
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My poor hours out' |
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Cause he don't love me like |
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I love him |
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But no, no, no, no nobody could, no |
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I've got it bad and that ain't good |
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Now folks with good intentions |
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Tell me to save my tears |
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I'm just glad, |
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I'm mad about him' |
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Cause I just can't, |
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I just can't live without him |
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I'm asking you |
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Lord, up above me |
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Make him love me the way that it should' |
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Cause I've got it, |
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I've got it real, real, real, real bad |
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I've got it, got it so bad, yeah |
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I've got it bad, so bad, |
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I've got it bad |
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I've got it bad and that ain't good |
