But Not For Me
George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin
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 Russian 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 memory 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 every happy plot ends with the marriage knot
And there’s no knot for me
