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.