Billie Holiday - But Not For Me - Текст песни

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 not 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.