I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good) Songtext
von Al Jarreau

Lord, above me, may her love me
The way she should
I, I got it bad
And that ain′t good

Hearts tender and gentle, they're sentimental
Not made of wood
I, I got it bad
And that ain′t good

And when the weekend's over
And Monday rolls 'round
I end up like I start out
Crying my eyes


Could she love me, really love me
I don′t think she could
I, I got it bad

Okay, people
Yeah-yeah, like that
Yes, like that, yes
Just like that

My pillow and my mirror, yes, yes, yes
Hear things they never should
They wish that it was over
I love this girl I under

Will she love me? Truly love me?
Nobody could
I, I got it bad, real bad
Sometimes love don′t feel like it should
I've got it bad, but that′s real good