Lyrics

She never treats me sweet and gentle The way she should I've got it bad and that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood I've got it bad And that ain't good But when the weekend's over And old Monday rolls around I end up like I start out Just crying my heart out Lord above me, make her love me The way she should I've got it bad And that ain't good But when the weekend's over And I say Monday rolls around I end up like I start out Just crying my heart out Lord above me, make this woman love me The way she should Hey, hey, I've got it bad And that ain't good No, no, no baby I, I've got it bad And that ain't good