Mean to Me

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 all 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?