There was a girl in paris
Whom he sent a letter 2
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
4 a condition of the heart
There was a dame from london
Who insisted that he love her
Then left him 4 a real prince
From arabia, now isn't that
A shame that sometimes money
Buys u everything and nothing
Love, it only seems 2 buy a
Terminal condition of the heart
Thinking about u driving me crazy
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 2 know
That she would wear the same
Cologne as u and giggle the same
Giggle that u do?
Whenever i would act a fool, the fool
With a condition of the heart
Thinking about u driving me crazy
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 2)
(hoping she would answer back)
She never answered back and now (wasn't that a foolhardy)
He's got a condition of the heart. (notion ...)