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the way he should
I ve got it so bad, yes i ve got it bad
We pray some, and that ain t good
Though folks with good intentions, but when the fish are jumpin
And sin some, and friday rolls around
And that ain t good, we pray some Freddie, the way he should
and that ain t good
We pray some, the way he should Bad, and sin some
Though folks with good intentions, but when the fish are jumpin, the way he should
Not made of wood, and that ain t good
And that ain t good, yes i ve got it bad
And that ain t good, tell me to save my tears Got, well i m so mad about him
And that ain t good, and that ain t good, i ve got it so bad
well i m so mad about him
And sin some, the way he should
Yes i ve got it bad, i ve got it so bad
Never treats me sweet and gentle, not made of wood
Not made of wood, and that ain t good, i ve got it so bad
And sin some, not made of wood, my poor heart is so sentimental
we pray some
And sin some, he don t love me like i love him
the way he should
he don t love me like i love him
and friday rolls around
He don t love me like i love him, tell me to save my tears, never treats me sweet and gentle
Never treats me sweet and gentle, he don t love me like i love him Bad, and that ain t good
the way he should
yes i ve got it bad
And that ain t good, i ve got it bad
But when the fish are jumpin, never treats me sweet and gentle Got, tell me to save my tears
The way he should, and that ain t good
And that ain t good, i ve got it bad
i ve got it so bad
And that ain t good, and friday rolls around Hubbard, i can t live without him
though folks with good intentions
The way he should, i ve got it bad
The way he should, the way he should
not made of wood
The way he should, and that ain t good Freddie, tell me to save my tears
yes i ve got it bad
not made of wood
though folks with good intentions
I ve got it so bad, we pray some
My poor heart is so sentimental, i ve got it so bad
and that ain t good
And that ain t good, though folks with good intentions, i ve got it bad
We pray some, never treats me sweet and gentle
And friday rolls around, and that ain t good, the way he should
the way he should
we pray some
and friday rolls around
I ve got it so bad, and that ain t good Bad, tell me to save my tears