But Not for Me [1962, lead vo. Paul Robi] Songtext
von The Platters

They′re writing songs of love, but not for me (ooh-ooh)
A lucky star's above, but not for me (ooh-ooh)
With love to lead the way
I found more clouds are gray
Than any Russian play could guarantee

You were a fool to fall, and get that way (ooh-ooh)
I owe her less and also like a day (ooh-ooh)
Although I can′t dismiss the memory of her kiss
I guess she's not for me


They're writing songs of love, but not for me
A lucky, lucky star′s above, but not for me
Oh, with love to lead the way
I found more clouds are gray than any Russian play could guarantee

I was a fool to fall, and get that way
I owe her less and also like a day
Although I can′t dismiss the memory of his kiss
I guess she's not for, I guess she′s not for
I guess she's not for me

What d′you say, woman, should we try it again?
I guess she's not for, I guess she′s not for
I guess she's not for me