1941 – Duke Ellington / Paul Francis Webster
Never treats me sweet and gentle, whoa, the way he should now
I’ve got it bad now, yeah, ooh, and that ain’t good
Oh, no it ain’t now
My poor heart is oh so sentimental
Ooh, it’s not made, not made of wood
But oh, oh, and I’ve got it bad
Lord know and that ain’t good, no, it ain’t
But when the weekend is over
Monday, Monday roll around now
I end up, end up like I start out
Oh, just crying, crying, crying, crying, crying
Crying my heart out, yeah, now now
He don’t love me like I love him, no
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody should, no, no, no, no
And I, I’ve got it bad, baby
Let me tell you now, child, now that ain’t good, no, it ain’t