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'll have more clouds of gray
than any Russian play could guarantee

I was a fool to fall and get that way
heigh-ho, a-las, and also lack-a-day
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 just the same
was I the moth or the 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 with a marriage knot
and there's no knot for me