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 Russian play could guar - an - tee. 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. She's knocking on a door, but not for me; She'll plan a two by four, but not for me. I know that love's a game; I'm puzzled, just the same- Was I a moth or flame? I'm all at sea. It all began so well...but what an end! This is the time a fellow needs a friend. When ev'ry happy plot ends with a marriage knot And there's no not for me.