[Verse 1]
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 found more clouds of grey
Than any Russian plane
Could guarantee
I was a fool to fall, and get that way
My whole life's been oh so lack-a-day
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me

[Bridge]
[Jumbled voices]
Might be the closest thing to telepathy
[Jumbled voices]

[Instrumental Outro]