But Not For Me

by Ira Gershwin



They're writing songs of love,

But not for me;

The 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 mem'ry of her kiss

I guess she's not for me.

It all began so well,

But what an end!

This is the time a fella needs a friend

When every happy plot

Ends with a the marriage knot

But there's no knot for me.