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 skies of gray. Than any Russian play. Could guarantee.. I was a fool to fall. And get that way. Heigh ho alas and. Also lackaday.. Although I can't dismiss. The memory of his kiss. I guess he's not for me.. I know that love's a game. I'm puzzled all the same. Was I the moth or flame. I'm all at sea.. It all began so well. But what an end.. This time a gal could sure. Use a friend. When every happy plot. Ends in a marriage knot.