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 skies of gray
  Than any Russian play
  Could guarantee.
  
  I was a fool to fall
  And get that way
  Heigh ho alas and
  Also lackaday.
  
  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 all the same
  Was I the moth or 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 in a marriage knot
  And there's no knot for me.