But Not For Me (Feat. Harold Mooney And His Orchestra)

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 Hi ho, alas, and also lackaday Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me I was a fool to fall and get that way Hi ho, alas, and also lackaday Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me