They're writing songs of love, but not for me
A lucky star's up 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 a lucky day
Although I can't dismiss the memories 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 a lucky day
Although I can't dismiss the memories of her kiss
I guess she's not
No, she's not for me
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