I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good)

The poets say that all who love are blind.
But I'm in love and I know what time it is.
The good book says go seek and ye shall find.
Well I have sought and my what a climb it is.
My life(or love?) is just like the weather, it changes with the hour
when he's near I'm fair and warmer and when he's gone,
i'm cloudy with showers.
An emotion like the ocean, it's either sink or swim.
When a women loves a man like I love him.

Never treats me, sweet and gentle, the way he should.
I've got it bad, and that ain't good.
My poor heart is, sentimental.
Not made of wood.
I've, I've got it bad and that ain't good.

But when the fish are jumping, and Friday rolls around,
My man and me, we ____ some, and pray some, and ____ some.

But he don't love me, like I love him.
Lord, no no no nobody could.
I've, I've got it bad and that ain't good.

But when the weekend's over, and Monday rolls around.
I end up, just like I started out, i'm crying my heart out.

He don't love me, like I love him.
Nobody could.

Like the lonely weeping willow, lost in the wood.
the things i tell my pillow, no one ever should.
I've got it bad and that ain't good.