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 Russian play
could guarantee.
I was a fool to fall and get that way;
Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day!
Although I can't dismiss
the mem'ry of her kiss,
I guess she's not for me.