They're writing songs of love but not for me, a lucky star's above With love to lead the way, I've found more clouds of gray Than any Russian play can 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 his kiss I guess he's not he's not for me
They're writing songs of love but not for me, a lucky star's above With love to lead the way, I've found more clouds of gray Than any Russian play can 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 his kiss I guess he's not he's not for me
