CONDITION OF THE HEART
Prince


There was a girl in Paris 
Whom he sent a letter 2 
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 
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 ...)