Condition of the Heart Songtext

von Prince

There was a girl in Paris
Whom he sent a letter to
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
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

Oohh-ohh

Thinking about you driving me crazy ooh-ooh
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 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
Thinking about you driving me crazy ooh-ooh
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 to)
(Hoping she would answer back)
She never answered back and now (wasn′t that a foolhardy)
He's... Got a condition of the heart