George and 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 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.
