I Got It Bad - Stacey Kent

The poets say

That all who love up blind

But I'm in love and I know

What time it is

The good book says

Go seek and he shall find

Well I have sought

And my what a climb it is

My life is just like the weather

It changes with the hours

When he's near I'm fair and warmer

When he's gone I'm cloudy

With showers

In emotion like the ocean it's either sink or swim

When a woman

Loves a man

Like I

Love

Him

Never

Treats me

Sweet and gentle

The way he should

I

Got it bad

And

That ain't good

My poor heart is

Sentimental

Not made of wood

I got it bad

And that ain't good

But when the weekend's over

And

Monday rolls around

I end up

Like I start out

Just cryin'

My heart out

He don't love me

Like I love him

Nobody could

I got it bad

And

That ain't good

Though folks

With good intentions

Tell me to save my tears

I'm glad

I'm mad about him

I can't live

Without him

Lord above me

Make him love me

The way that he should

Like a lost

And lone some weeping willow

Lost

In the wood

The things I'd tell my pillow

No woman should

I

Got it

Bad

And that ain't

Good