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