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 Ah ho alas and awe So lackaday
I know I can't dismiss The memory of your kiss And I know she's not for me No, she's not for me
I know she's not for me, for me She's not for me (not for me) (Not for me) I know she's not for me (not for me) (Not for me) She's not for me (not for me)
