But 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 Russain play could guarantee.

I was a fool to fall and get that way,

Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day!

Although I can't dismiss the mem'ry of his kiss,

I guess he's mot for me.

He's knocking on a door, but not for me.

He'll plan a two by four, but not for me.

I know that love's a game;

I'm puzzled, just the same,

Was I the moth or flame?

I'm all at sea.

It all began so well, but what an end!

This is the time a feller needs a friend,

When ev'ry happy plot ends with the marriage knot,

And there's no knot for me.