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
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 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
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 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