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 skies of gray

Than any Russian play

Could guarantee.



I was a fool to fall

And get that way

Heigh ho alas and

Also lackaday.



Although I can't dismiss

The memory of his kiss

I guess he's not for me.



I know that love's a game

I'm puzzled all the same

Was I the moth or flame

I'm all at sea.



It all began so well

But what an end.

This time a gal could sure

Use a friend



When every happy plot

Ends in a marriage knot

And there's no knot for me.