And it's not made of wood
Oh, she don't love me like I love her
'Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good
Just crying my heart out
She don't love me like I love her
I end up like I start out
Now, I got it bad and that ain't good
I end up like start out
Nobody could
Just crying
I got it bad and that ain't good
Nobody could
When the weekend's over
Monday rolls around
Now when the weekend's over
And Monday rolls around
My poor heart is so sentimental