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 Height-ho, alas and also lack-a-day 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 Height-ho, alas and also, lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss I guess he's not, I guess he's not, I guess he's not Not for me