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 Height-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss, I guess he's not for me (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 Height-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss, I guess he's not, I guess he's not, I guess he's not, Not for me!