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