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Old Man Sunshine, listen, you Never tell me dreams come true Just try it, and I'll start a riot Beatrice Fairfax, don't you dare Ever tell me he will care I'm certain, it's the final curtain I never want to hear from any cheerful Pollyannas Who tell you fate supplies a mate, it's all bananas 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 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 lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me From Letras Mania