And when the fish are jumping And Friday rolls around My man and me, we gin some Embrace some And sin some Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she should I got it bad and that aint good My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood I got it bad and that aint good But when the weekends over and Monday rolls around I end up like I start out, just cryin my heart out Lord above, you better make that man love me The way he should I got it bad and that aint good
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