Ella Fitzgerald & Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
but not for me 1959 stereo edit
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They're writing songs of love,
But not for me
A lucky stars above,
But not for me!
With love to lead the way,
I've found more clouds of gra-ay
Than any Russian play
Coud garauntee
I was a fool to fall,
And get that way
Hi-Ho alas
and also lack a day
Although I can't dismiss
the memory of his kiss,
I guess he's not for me