Billie Holiday
Billie Holiday
Billie Holiday
Billie Holiday
Billie Holiday
Billie Holiday
Billie Holiday
Billie Holiday
Billie Holiday
Billie Holiday
Billie Holiday
Billie Holiday
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 Russain 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 mem'ry of his kiss, I guess he's not for me
He's knocking on a door, but not for me
He'll plan a two by four, but not for me
I know that love's a game;
I'm puzzled, just the same
Was I the moth or flame?
I'm all at sea
It all began so well, but what an end!
This is the time a feller needs a friend
When ev'ry happy plot ends with the marriage knot
And there's no knot for me