Nhạc sĩ: Roy Turk, Fred E. Ahlert
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
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're phone. You don't and I'm left alone, singing the blues in silence. You treat me coldly, each day after you, you always scold me. Whenever somebody is near, dear, it must be great fun to be mean to me. You shouldn't forget, you see, what you mean to me. You shouldn't forget, you see, what you mean to me. You shouldn't forget, you see, what you mean to me. We're mean to her. How come you're so mean to me? Gee fellas, it seems to me, you didn't like my solo. Karen, you sing beautifully and in tune. You know I love you, but we get bored during your harmonica solo. You treat me coldly, each day after you, you always scold me. Whenever somebody is near, dear, it must be great fun to be mean to me. You shouldn't forget, you see, what you mean to me.