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 grey
Than any Russain play could guarantee
I was a fool to fall and get that way
Heigh-ho, alas and lack-a-day
Although I can't dismiss the mem'ry of her kiss
I guess she's not for me
They're writting 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 grey
Than any Russian play could guarantee
I was a fool to fall and get that way
Heigh-ho, alas and lack-a-day
Although I can't dismiss the mem'ry of her kiss
I guess she's not for
I guess she's not for
I guess she's not for me
