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 DE7 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