They’re writing songs of love, but not for meA lucky star’s above, but not for meWith love to lead the way, I’ve found more clouds are greyThan any Russian play could guaranteeI was a fool to fall and get that wayHeigh ho, alas, and also lack-a-dayAlthough I can’t dismiss the memory of her kissI guess she’s not for meIt all began so well, but what an endThis is the time a feller needs a friendWhen every happy plot ends with a marriage knotAnd there’s no knot for me
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
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