Letra de Condition of the Heart

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
A terminal condition of the heart