I Got It Bad

(matraca berg/jim photoglo)



I can't eat, i can't sleep,

I got nubs where my fingernails used to be

And my cat is lookin' kinda worried 'bout me.



The phone rings and i pounce

I'm like o.j. simpson jumping over the couch

It ain't you, i'm answering breathlessly



I got it bad, i got it bad for you



It got hot, you got cold

You said your mama didn't think girls should be so bold

All of that from one little innocent kiss



Well now i heard it all

Maybe i should ask your mama to give me a call

Maybe she could tell me what to do about this



I got it bad, i got it bad for you



Well i never in all of my days

Ever had a man that would treat me this way

The one who ain't beating down my door

Is the only one who's got me walking the floor



I got jewels from a prince

Well the least i've ever gotten was a box of mints

But from you i ain't got nothing but the blues



I got it bad, i got it bad for you



I've been snagged, i've been hooked

I burned my party dress and my little black book

Oh my god, what's my world coming to?



I got it bad, i got it bad for you

I got it bad, i got it bad for you


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