They’re writing songs of love
But not for me
A lucky stars above
But not for me

With love to lead the way
I’ve found more clouds of gra-ay
Than any Russian play
Coud garauntee

I was a fool to fall
And get that way
Hi-Ho alas
And also lack a day

Although I can’t dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess he’s not for me

More lyrics from Ella Fitzgerald