And that ain't good The way he should I've got it bad Though folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears Well I'm so mad about him I can't live without him Never treats me sweet and gentle My poor heart is so sentimental

I got it bad, and that ain't good Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you Embrace me, you irreplaceable you Baby, just one look at you My heart goes tipsy in me You and you alone bring out the gypsy in me Oh, I love all Oh, those many Oh, charms about you,

The way he should I got it bad, and that ain't good Never treats me sweet and gentle 'Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood But when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around My man and me We pray some

And that ain't good The way he should I've got it bad Though folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears Well I'm so mad about him I can't live without him Never treats me sweet and gentle My poor heart is so sentimental