Mean to me, you are so mean to me, you are so mean that when you’re nice, I don’t know what you mean to me. Be seen with me, you won’t be seen with me. You won’t be seen, because you know you’ll raise a scene with me.
Because I know you’ll dash my love to the ground, left in a pile upon the floor next to my crumpled evening gown.
Your way with me, you have your way with me. You have your way till I can’t stand it—now get away from me. You are so mean to me.