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 ...)
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