Theyre writing songs of love, but not for me.
A lucky stars above, but not for me.
With love to lead the way
Ive 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 cant dismiss the memry of his kiss, I guess hes mot for me.

Hes knocking on a door, but not for me.
Hell plan a two by four, but not for me.
I know that loves a game;
Im puzzled, just the same,
Was I the moth or flame?
Im all at sea.
It all began so well, but what an end!
This is the time a feller needs a friend,
When evry happy plot ends with the marriage knot,
And theres no knot for me.