Barry Manilow — 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 Russian play could guarantee I was a fool to fall and get that way Hi ho alas and also lackaday Although I can't dismiss The memory of her kiss I guess she's not for me They're writing songs of love but not for me A lucky star's above oh 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 Hi ho alas and also lackaday Although I can't dismiss The memory of her kiss I guess she's not for me