Why'd'ya Haftabee Sucha?

Mean lady, mean lady
Mean lady, mean lady
I’m happy, I’m sappy
Head in the clouds all the time like it’s my birthday everyday
So why do you act like smiling’s a crime
You can’t see the sunshine
You’re in the dark making everyone blind
Don’t hate me, just tell me
Why do you have to be such a mean lady, mean lady?
I miss you, I want you
In my arms all the time, boy, it’s so pretty, but I’m sitting
By the telephone biding my time
You call me, but I’m nervous
Call you a name, I’m making you cry
I’m sorry, so sorry
Why do I have to be such a mean lady, mean lady?
Why do I have to be such a mean lady, mean lady?
Why do I have to be such a mean lady, mean lady?
Why do I have to be such a mean lady, mean lady?
Why?