I Got It Bad — текст песни (Frank Sinatra)

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



Doesnt love me like I love her, no, nobody could

I got it bad and that aint good



Like a lonely weepin willow whos lost in the wood

I got it bad and that aint good

And the things I tell my pillow, nobody should

I got it bad, I got I bad, and its no good



Though folks with good intentions, they tell me to save up my tears

Im glad Im mad about her, I cant live without her



Lord above, make her love me the way that she should

I got it bad and that aint good



I got it bad and that aint good

No good

No good

No good

No good