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 find more clouds of gray
Than any Russian play could guarantee
I was a fool to fall and get that way
Heigh-ho, alas, and also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of her kiss
I guess she's not for me

I was a fool to fall and get that way
Heigh-ho, alas, and also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess she's not for me
I guess she's not for me

Thank you very much.