Lyrics

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 gray Than any Russian play could guarantee I was a fool to fall and get this 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
Writer(s): Ira Gershwin, George Gershwin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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