作词 : Ira Gershwin
作曲 : George Gershwin
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 grey
Than any Russian play could guarantee.
I was a fool to fall and get that way.
Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day!
Although I can’t dismiss the memory of her kiss,
I guess she’s not for me.
(Trumpet)
I was a fool to fall and get that way.
Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day!
Although I can’t dismiss the memory of her kiss,
I guess she’s not for me.