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 also, lack-a-day
Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss,
I guess she's not for me.
