Текст песни Ella Fitzgerald - I Got It Bad
Ella Fitzgerald - I Got It Bad слова песни
Never treats me sweet and gentleThe way he shouldcause I got it bad, and that aint goodMy poor heart is sentimentalNot made of woodI got it bad, and that aint goodBut when the weekends overAnd monday rolls aroundMy man and me,We pray some,We gin someAnd sin someHe dont love meLike I love himNobody couldI got it bad, and that aint goodNow folks with good intentionsTell me to save my tearsIm glad Im mad about himI cant live without himLord above me,Make him love meThe way he shouldLike a lonesome weeping willowLost in the woodThe way I hug my pillowNo woman shouldBecause I got it bad, and that aint good