Mean to me
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me crying
I don't know why
I stay home each night
When you say you'll phone
You don't and I'm left alone
Singing the blues and sighing
You treat me coldly each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
It must be great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
You treat me coldly each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
It must be great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me, to me
Wouldn't be mean if you knew what you mean to me
