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
Just what you mean to me