Žodžiai dainai: Nina Simone. I Got It Bad.

My baby never treats me
Sweet and gentle
The way he should
I got it bad and that ain't good
No, that ain't good

My poor heart is sentimental
Not made of wood
'Cause I've got it bad and that ain't good

And when the weekend's over
And Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out
Just cryin' my heart out

Lord above me
Make him love me
The way he should
The way he should

Because I've got it so bad and that ain't good

I got it bad and that ain't good