I Got It Bad (and That Ain’t Good) Songtext
von Duke Ellington & Ella Fitzgerald
I Got It Bad (and That Ain’t Good) Songtext
The poets say that all who love are blind
But I′m in love and I know what time it is
The Good Book says "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, 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, no, nobody could
I got it bad and that ain't good
So bad, so bad
I got it so bad, so bad
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 he should
Like a lonely weeping willow lost in the wood
The things I tell my pillow no woman should
I got it bad, bad
So bad and that ain′t good
But I′m in love and I know what time it is
The Good Book says "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, 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, no, nobody could
I got it bad and that ain't good
So bad, so bad
I got it so bad, so bad
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 he should
Like a lonely weeping willow lost in the wood
The things I tell my pillow no woman should
I got it bad, bad
So bad and that ain′t good
Writer(s): Paul Francis Webster, Edward Kennedy Ellington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com