Roy Turk / Fred E. 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 phone
You don’t and I’m left alone.
Sing the blues and sighin’
You treat me coldly each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
I must be great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn’t, for can’t you see
What you mean to me
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