But Not For Me in Margaret Whiting

Lyrics But Not For Me in Margaret Whiting

But Not For Me
But Not For Me

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 this way
Heigh ho, alas, and also lack-a-day
Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me

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