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
Hi ho alas and also lackaday
Although I can’t dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess he’s not for me
(bridge)
I was a fool to fall — and get that way
Hi ho alas and also lackaday
Although I can’t dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess he’s not for me