But Not for Me

They're writing songs of love but not for me

Our lucky stars above but not for me

With love to lead the way

There are more clouds of gray than any Russian play

Could guarantee

I was a fool to fall and get that way

Hi ho, alas, and also lackaday

Somehow I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss

I guess it's not for me

Oh me, oh my, what a sad case I seem to be

It's my fault letting love to lead the way

I should know that there'll be skies of gray

I can't say I've seen too many

But they say that Russian plays do boast of many gray skies alright

And then some words I don't really

Understand 'cause it's like Old English

Hi ho, alas, and lackaday

That's how I feel confused about the whole situation

Like you'd think just living long

Enough would merely by art or by chance

Wind up ending up next to someone that

You could share some romantic feelings for

But I guess all of those love songs

I hear on the radio were not for me

Oh, alas, I get that one

Hi ho, not so much

Well to be fair I put it on myself

'Cause I do believe in fairy tale romance

So now I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss

And I'm forced to admit that it's just

Not for meSomewhere they're writing songs

But not for me

Unlucky stars

But not for me

With love to lead the way

There are more skies of gray

Than any Russian play could guarantee

I was a fool to fall and get that way

Ah, alas, and also lackaday

So no, I can't dismiss

The memory of his kiss

I guess it's not for me