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
Than any Russian play could guarantee

I was a fool to fall and get that way
Height-ho, alas and also lack-a-day
Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me

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
Than any Russian play could guarantee

I was a fool to fall and get that way
Height-ho, alas and also, lack-a-day
Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss
I guess he's not, I guess he's not, I guess he's not
Not for me