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 grey

Than any russain play could guarantee

I was a fool to fall and get that way

Heigh ho alas and also lack a day

Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss

I guess he's mot for me

I was a fool to fall and get that way

Heigh ho alas and also lack a day

Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss

I guess he's mot for me