Dean Martin - Mean to me - 1998 - remastered lyrics

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 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