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
