But Not For Me – Barry Manilow

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 lackaday
Although I can’t dismiss
The memory of her kiss
I guess she’s not for me

They’re writing songs of love but not for me
A lucky star’s above oh 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 lackaday
Although I can’t dismiss
The memory of her kiss
I guess she’s not for me