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 grey than any russain 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 his kiss I guess he's not for me 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 his kiss I guess he's not for me