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 can guarantee
I was a fool to fall and get this way

Ah ho alas and awe, so lackaday
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of her kiss
I guess she's not, she's not for me
And there's no knot, no not for me