Condition Of The Heart

There was a girl in Paris

Whom he sent a letter to

Hoping she would answer back

Now wasn't that a fool

Hardy notion on the part of a

Sometimes lonely musician

Acting out a whim is only good

For a condition of the heart

There was a dame from London

Who insisted that he love her

Then left him for a real prince

From Arabia, now isn't that a shame

That sometimes money

Buys you everything and nothing

Love, it only seems to buy a

Terminal condition of the heart

Oohh-ohh

Thinking about you driving me crazy ooh-ooh

My friends all say it's just a phase, but ooh-ooh

Every day is a yellow day

I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard

There was a woman from the ghetto

Who made funny faces just like

Clara Bow, how was I to know

That she would wear the same

Cologne as you and giggle the same

Giggle that you do?

Whenever I would act a fool, the fool

With a condition of the heart

Thinking about you driving me crazy ooh-ooh

My friends all say it's just a phase, but ooh-ooh

Every single day is a yellow day

I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard

There was a girl (there was a girl in Paris)

Whom he sent a letter to (whom he sent a letter to)

(Hoping she would answer back)

She never answered back and now (wasn't that a foolhardy)

He's... Got a condition of the heart