[ Featuring Peter Bernstein ]
He poets say that all who love are blind
But I'm in love and I know what time it is
The good book 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
An 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
Now when the weekend is over
And Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out
Just crying my heart out
Lord above me
Make him love me
The way he should
I got it bad, bad
And that ain't good"
