notforme

[Verse 1] 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 found more clouds of grey Than any Russian plane Could guarantee I was a fool to fall, and get that way My whole life's been oh so lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me [Bridge] [Jumbled voices] Might be the closest thing to telepathy [Jumbled voices] [Instrumental Outro]