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