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 When ever some body 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 When ever some body is near, dear.
It must be great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't for can't you see what what you mean to me