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There was a girl in ParisWhom he sent a letter toHoping she would answer backNow wasn't that a foolHardy notion on the part of aSometimes lonely musicianActing out a whim is only goodFor a condition of the heartThere was a dame from LondonWho insisted that he love herThen left him for a real princeFrom Arabia, now isn't thatA shame that sometimes moneyBuys you everything and nothingLove, it only seems to buy aTerminal condition of the heartThinking about you driving me crazyMy friends all say it's just a phase, but ooh-oohEvery day is a yellow dayI'm blinded by the daisies in your yardThere was a woman from the ghettoWho made funny faces just likeClara Bow, how was I to knowLetras de cancionesThat she would wear the sameCologne as you and giggle the sameGiggle that you do?Whenever I would act a fool, the foolWith a condition of the heartThinking about you driving me crazyMy friends all say it's just a phase, but ooh-oohEvery single day is a yellow dayI'm blinded by the daisies in your yardThere 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 (notion) From Letras Mania