Besedila: Dean Martin. Mean To Me.

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 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 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

It must be, great fun to be
Mean to me you shouldn't for can't you see
What you mean, to me