But Not For Me (Lisa Ekdahl)


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
(2x)