I've Got It Bad

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 thee shalt find."Well, I have sought and my what a climb it is!My life is just like the weatherIt changes with the hours;When he's near I'm fair and warmerWhen he's gone I'm cloudy with showers;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 woodI Got It Bad And ThatA in't Good!But when the weekend's over and Monday rolls aroun'I end up like I start out just cryin' my heart outHe don't love me like I love him nobody couldI Got It Bad And That Ain't Good