The poets say that all who love are blind
I in love and I know what time it is
The good book says seek and ye shall find
Well I have sought and my what a climb it is
My life is just like the weather
It changes whit the hours
When he near I fair and warmer
When he gone I cloudy with showers
In emotion like the ocean it either sink or swim
Whem a woman loves a man like I love him
Never treats me sweet and gentle the way he shoud
Like a lonely weeping willow lost in the wood
I got it bad and that ain good
My poor heart is sentimental not made of wood
And the things I tell my pilow no woman should
I got it bad and that ain good
When the weekend over and Monday rolls around I
Folks with good intentions tell me to save my tears
I end up like I start out just cryin my heart out
Glad I mad about him I can live with out him
He don love me like I love him nobody could
Lord above me make him love me the way he should
I got it bad and that ain good