Roy turk / fred e. ahlert
Youre mean to me
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me cryin
I dont know why
I stay home each night
When you say you phone
You dont and Im 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 shouldnt, for cant you see
What you mean to me
