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've found more clouds are gray
Than any Russian play could guarantee
I was a fool to fall and get that way
High ho, alas, and also lack-a-day
Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss
I guess she's not for me
It all began so well, but what an end
This is the time a feller needs a friend
When every happy plot ends with a marriage knot
And there's no knot for me