They're writing songs of love but not for me A lucky star's above but not for me With love to lead the way I've found more clouds of gray Then any Russian play could guarantee
I was a fool to fall and get the way Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss I guess he's not he's not for me
I was a fool to fall and get the way Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss I guess he's not he's not for me not for me