Writer(s): Roy Turk / Fred Ahlert
(from The Voice-The Columbia Years-Disc 3)
You’re mean to me, why must you be mean to me?
Gee, baby, it seems to me, you love to see me crying.
I don’t know why 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 someone is near, dear.
It must be great fun to be mean to me.
You shouldn’t ‘cause can’t you see what you mean to me
You treat me coldly every day in the year,
And you always scold me whenever somebody is near
Gee, it must be great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn’t ’cause can’t you see what you mean to me?