But Not for Me - Dinah Washington, Quincy Jones

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 gray

Than any Russian play could guarantee

I was a fool to fall and get that way

Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day

Although I can’t dismiss the memory of her kiss

I guess she’s not for me

I was a fool to fall and get that way

Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day

Although I can’t dismiss the memory of her kiss

I guess she’s not for me