Condition Of The Heart (Prince Cover)

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
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
terminal condition of the heart

Oh thinking about you driving me crazy
Oh my friends all say it's just a phase
But oh 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
Now 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

Oh thinking about you driving me crazy
Oh my friends all say it's just a phase
But oh every single day is a yellow day
I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard