I Got It Bad (and That Ain't Good)
Though folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
Well I’m so mad about him
I can’t live without him
Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
I’ve got it bad
And that ain’t good
And when the weekend’s over
And monday rolls around
I end up like I start out
Just crying my heart out
He don’t love me like I love him
No, nobody could
I’ve got it bad
And that ain’t good
Lord above me, make him love me
The way he should
I got it bad
And that ain’t good

You're Getting To Be A Habit With Me
Every kiss, every hug seems to
Act just like a drug
You're getting to be a habit with me

Let me stay in your arms,
I'm addicted to your charms
You're getting to be a habit with me

I used to think your love
Was something
That I could take or leave alone
But now I just can't do without
Me supply, I need you for my own

No I can't break away
I must have you every day
As regularly as coffee or tea
You've got me in your clutches
And I can't break free
You're getting to be a habit
With me-can't break it
You're getting to be a habit with me