But Not For Me
George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin
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 found more clouds of gray
Than any Russian play
Could guarantee
I was a fool to fall
And get that way
Hi-ho, alas
And also lack a day
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of her kiss
I guess she's not for me
I was a fool to fall
And get that way
Hi-ho, alas
And also lack a day
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of her kiss
I guess she's not for me