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 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
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