Lyrics
I have sought and my what a climb it is, i got it bad and that ain t good
when he s gone i m cloudy with showers
I got it bad and that ain t good, i got it bad and that ain t good It, the good book says go seek and ye shall find.
I got it bad and that ain t good, but when the weekend s over and monday rolls aroun
Tho folks with good intentions ell me to save my tears, the good book says go seek and ye shall find. Bad, but when the weekend s over and monday rolls aroun
i got it bad and that ain t good
like the ocean it s either sink or swim
When he s near i m fair and warmer, my poor heart is sentimental not made of wood, i have sought and my what a climb it is
When he s near i m fair and warmer, i m glad i m mad about him i can t live without him
The poets say that all who love are blind, my poor heart is sentimental not made of wood
Like the ocean it s either sink or swim, i got it bad and that ain t good
I have sought and my what a climb it is, i got it bad and that ain t good, i got it bad and that ain t good
I got it bad and that ain t good, i got it bad and that ain t good Bad, the good book says go seek and ye shall find.
when he s gone i m cloudy with showers
when a woman loves a man like i love him
i got it bad and that ain t good
I got it bad and that ain t good, like the ocean it s either sink or swim, i got it bad and that ain t good
The poets say that all who love are blind, i got it bad and that ain t good
My life is just like the weather, i got it bad and that ain t good It, my poor heart is sentimental not made of wood
And the things i tell my pillow no woman should, my poor heart is sentimental not made of wood, when he s gone i m cloudy with showers
I got it bad and that ain t good, lord above me make him love me the way he should Simone, the good book says go seek and ye shall find.
and the things i tell my pillow no woman should
The poets say that all who love are blind, i got it bad and that ain t good
I got it bad and that ain t good, tho folks with good intentions ell me to save my tears
and the things i tell my pillow no woman should
The poets say that all who love are blind, lord above me make him love me the way he should, i have sought and my what a climb it is
when he s gone i m cloudy with showers
I m glad i m mad about him i can t live without him, when he s near i m fair and warmer
when he s near i m fair and warmer
my poor heart is sentimental not made of wood
i got it bad and that ain t good
When a woman loves a man like i love him, tho folks with good intentions ell me to save my tears
like a lonely weeping willow lost in the wood
I got it bad and that ain t good, it changes with the hours, lord above me make him love me the way he should
but when the weekend s over and monday rolls aroun
Lord above me make him love me the way he should, like the ocean it s either sink or swim