You're 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 of 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
It must be, great fun to be
Mean to me, you shouldn't for can't you see
What you mean, to me
