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.
They're writing songs of love, but not for me.
RispondiEliminaA 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.
George and Ira Gershwin