hey'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 - can guarantee
I was a fool to fall - and get this way;
Hi ho alas and also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss
I guess she's not - she's not for me
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