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 Broadway play could guarantee I was a fool to fall and get this way Hi ho alas and awe, so lackaday 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 awe, so lackaday Although I can't dismiss The memory of her kiss I guess she's not for me