Оригинален текст
(R. Turk/F. Ahlert)
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 know that Im left alone,
Singing the blues and crying.
You treat me coldly,
Each day in the year.
You always scold me,
Whenever, somebody happens to be near, dear.
You're mean to me.
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey it seems to me,
You love to see me crying.