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 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.



- Fred E. Ahlert & Roy Turk