Chet Baker — 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 lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss I guess she's not for me I was a fool to fall and get that way Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss I guess she's not for me