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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!