| Lyrics |
They're writing songs of love
But not for me
Lucky star's above
But not for me
With love to lead the way
I've found more clouds of grey
than any Russian play could guarantee
I was a fool to fall, get that way
Heigh-ho! Alas! Also, lack-a-day!
When every happy plot
Turns into a marriage knot
I guess he's not for me
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