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 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 can't dismiss the mem'ry of his kiss,
 I guess he's mot for me.
 
 He's knocking on a door, but not for me.
 He'll plan a two by four, but not for me.
 I know that love's a game;
 I'm puzzled, just the same,
 was I the moth or flame?
 I'm all at sea.
 It all began so well, but what an end!
 This is the time a feller needs a friend,
 when ev'ry happy plot ends with the marriage knot,
 and there's no knot for me.