Condition Of The Heart Lyrics

There was a girl in Paris whom he sent a letter to Hoping she would answer back now wasn't that a foolhardy 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
Oh, thinking about you, driving me crazy Oh, my friends all say it's just a phase, but Oh, 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
Oh, thinking about you, driving me crazy Oh, my friends all say it's just a phase, but Oh, every single day is a yellow day I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard
(There was a girl in Paris whom he sent a letter to) There was a girl whom he sent a letter to (Hoping she would answer back) She never answered back and now (Wasn't that a foolhardy notion?) He's got a condition of the heart