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But Not For MeThey're writing songs of love, but not for meA lucky star's above, but not for me With love to lead the way, I've found more clouds of grey Than any Russian 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 memory of her kiss I know she's not for me It all began so well, but what an end This is the time a feller needs a friend Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss I'm so well aware she's not for me |