Theyre writing songs of love, but not for me. A lucky stars above, but not for me. With love to lead the way Ive 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 cant dismiss the memry of his kiss, I guess hes mot for me. Hes knocking on a door, but not for me. Hell plan a two by four, but not for me. I know that loves a game; Im puzzled, just the same, Was I the moth or flame? Im all at sea. It all began so well, but what an end! This is the time a feller needs a friend, When evry happy plot ends with the marriage knot, And theres no knot for me.