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 stay home Each night when you 

say you'll phone, you don't and I'm left alone

Singing the blues and crying



You treat me coldly

Each day in the year

You always scold me

Whenever 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.