The way he should
I got it bad and that ain't good no that ain't good
My poor heart is sentimental not made of wood
Cos I've got it bad and that ain't good
And when the weekend's over and Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out just crying my poor heart out
Oh Lord above me make him love me the way he should
The way he should
Because I've got it so bad and that ain't good
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