Like a memory of some other time
She came sneaking up behind me
And talking like a friend of mine
She knew where to find me

I found a fragrant flattery that I love to follow
And the sweetest kind of vanity that I loved to swallow
She was treating me so kind
She knew new to change my mine
That’s how she got the best of me
Before I had a chance to see
It was a fool’s condition

So you come along, you play it cool and you get to know her
But a shadow is going to follow you when your party’s over
There’s no way you could have understood
The way she makes you feel so good is nothing but a sleight of hand
When she’s looking for another man who’s in a fool's condition

You’re going to get the picture…

You’ll get to see the hollow side when the morning hits her
And when your eyes are opened wide
You’re going to get the picture

Then I saw indeed a form of perfect loveliness before me.
It is your white lady!
…when taking her hand in mine, drew closer to her,
looking for the beauty of her face,
which indeed I found too plenteously,
a cold shiver ran through me;
but “It is the marble,” I said to myself,
and heeded it not.

It’s just a fool’s condition
She’ll find ’em in a fool’s condition
It’s nothing but a fool’s condition

I put my hand to my waist…
my girdle of beech leaves was gone.
She laughed a low laugh…
and then she said…
"There he is; You can take him now.”