But I sure think I've got it bad.
I don't know too much about love, people,
But I sure think I've got it bad.
Some people say love is just a gamble.
But whatever it is, it's about to drive poor me mad.
I sit here in my lonely room,
Tears flowing down my eyes.
As I sit here in my lonely room,
Tears flowing on down my eyes,
I wonder how you could treat me so low-down and dirty.
You know what? Your heart must be made out of iron,
And it ain't no lie.
Sometimes, I get so worried, people,
I could just sit right down and cry.
Sometimes, I get so worried, people,
You know I could sit right down and cry.
Because I don't know too much about love, people,
But I sure think I've got it bad
I don't know too much about love, people, But I sure think I've got it bad. I don't know too much about love, people, But I sure think I've got it bad. Some people say love is just a gamble. But whatever it is, it's about to drive poor me mad. I sit here in my lonely room, Tears flowing down my eyes. As I sit here in my lonely room, Tears flowing on down my eyes, I wonder how you could treat me so low-down and dirty. You know what? Your heart must be made out of iron, And it ain't no lie. Sometimes, I get so worried, people, I could just sit right down and cry. Sometimes, I get so worried, people, You know I could sit right down and cry. Because I don't know too much about love, people, But I sure think I've got it bad Explain Request ×
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