Lyrics:

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
Heigh-ho, alas, and al-
So lackaday
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me


It all began so well
But what an end
This is the time
A fellow needs a friend
When every happy plot
Ends with a marriage knot
And there's no knot
I guess he's not for me