Ella Fitzgerald

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 that way
Hi ho alas and also lackaday
Although I can’t dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess he’s not for me

(bridge)

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 for me