Текст песни
They're writing songs of love, but not for me
Of lucky stars 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 also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss
I guess he's not, not for me
He's knocking on a door, but not for me
He'll plant a two-by-four, but not for me
I know that love's a game, I'm puzzled just thе same
Was I a moth or flame? I'm all at sеa
It all began so well, but what an end
This is that time of year that needs a friend
When every happy plot ends with a marriage knot
And that's no, not, no, not, no, not for me