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 ...)