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 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 mem'ry of her kiss,

I guess she's not for me.

Writer(s): Ira Gershwin, George Gershwin

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