Mean to Me Songtext
von Dean Martin

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 sighing


You treat me coldly
Each day of 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

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