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
Hiho alas and also lackaday
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
Hiho alas and also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss
the memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me
Although I can't dismiss
the memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me