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.
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