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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 that way
Hi ho! alas!
And also, lackaday!
Although I can’t dismiss
The memory of her kiss
I guess
She’s not for me
It all began so well
But what an end
This is the time
A fellow needs a friend
When every happy plot
Ends with a the marriage knot
And there’s
No knot for me
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