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 garantee. 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. Chet Baker, Billie Holiday