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'll phone. You don't and I'm left alone, Singin' the blues and sighin'. Bridge: You treat me coldly each day in the year; You always scold me Whenever somebody 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?