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 hour
When he's near I'm fair and warmer and when he's gone
I'm cloudy with showers
An emotion like the ocean, it's either sink or swim
When a women loves a man like I love him

Never treats me, sweet and gentle, the way he should
I've got it bad, and that ain't good
My poor heart is, sentimental
Not made of wood
I've, I've got it bad and that ain't good

But when the fish are jumping, and Friday rolls around
My man and me, we some, and pray some, and some

But he don't love me, like I love him
Lord, no no no nobody could
I've, I've got it bad and that ain't good

But when the weekend's over, and Monday rolls around
I end up, just like I started out, I'm crying my heart out

He don't love me, like I love him
Nobody could
Like the lonely weeping willow, lost in the wood
The things I tell my pillow, no one ever should
I've got it bad and that ain't good