And they called it Condit love
Oh, I guess they just don't know
How a young girl really feels
And why he loves them so

And they called it Condit love
Just because he's so extreme,
Tell them Chandra isn't fair
To take away his only dream

He cries each night his tears for you
But his tears are all in vain
He'll hope and he'll pray that maybe someday
He'll be in congress once again

Someone, help him, help him, help him please
Is the answer up above
Although he's a preacher's boy,
He can't resist that Condit love.