They're writing songs of love
But not, ah, ah, for me
A love kishahs of love
But not, ah, ah, 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
I know a lesson of
So lack a day
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of her kiss
I guess she's not for me
She's not for me