Never treat me sweet and gentle The way she should Cause I got it bad, and that aint good My poor heart is so sentimental And its not made of wood Now, I got it bad and that aint good When the weekends over And Monday rolls around I end up like start out Just crying my heart out She dont love me like I love her Nobody could I got it bad and that aint good Now when the weekends over Monday rolls around I end up like I start out Just crying Oh, she dont love me like I love her Nobody could I got it bad and it sure is good
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