Lyrics:

Theyre writing songs of love, but not for me.
A lucky stars above, but not for me.
With love to lead the way
Ive 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 also, lack-a-day!
Although I cant dismiss the memory of her kiss,
I guess shes not for me.