*The poets say that all who love are blind;
But I’m in love and I know what time it is!
The Good Book say’s “Go seek and ye 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 its 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 weekends are over and Monday rolls aroun’
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!
Like a lonely weeping willow lost in the wood
I got it bad and that ain’t good!
And the things I tell my pillow no woman should
I got it bad and that ain’t good!
Tho 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 he should
I got it bad and that ain’t good!
Copyright, 1941, Robbins Music Corp.
Reference:
Carmen McRae
