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 lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the mem'ry of her kiss I guess she's not for me They're writting 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 lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the mem'ry of her kiss I guess she's not for I guess she's not for I guess she's not for me