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Lyrics:
Harry Connick, Jr.
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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 her kiss I guess She’s not for me
It all began so well But what an end This is the time A fellow needs a friend
When every happy plot Ends with a the marriage knot And there’s No knot for me
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