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,
Singin' 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?