Mean To Me

By R. Turk & F. Ahlert

You’re mean to me
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me cryin’

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 sighin’

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

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