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The other day I met a girl named Joy |
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She said come here, |
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I'm gonna make you my joy boy |
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Well, things went good and things went bad |
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Now everytime I think of Joy |
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It makes me sad |
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It makes me... sad |
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The other day I met a girl named Joy |
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She said Roy! |
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I'm gonna make you my joy boy |
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Well, she took me for a ride |
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Sort of a joy ride |
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Now everytime I think of Joy |
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I get all weird inside |
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Oh, Joy to the world |
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Was a beautiful girl |
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But to me Joy meant only sorrow |
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Now--if you haven't got an answer |
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Then you haven't got a question |
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And if you never had a question |
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Then you'd never have a problem |
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But if you never had a problem |
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Well, everyone would be happy |
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But if everyone was happy |
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There'd never be a love song |
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Joy was a beautiful girl |
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But to me Joy meant only sorrow |
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The other day I met a girl named Joy |
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She said, Come here, |
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I wanna make you feel all clammy inside |
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Things went good good and things went bad |
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Things went good... things went bad |
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Good, bad, good, bad, good, bad |
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Joy to the world |
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Was a beautiful girl |
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But to me Joy meant only sorrow |
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Oh, Joy to the world |
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Was a beautiful girl |
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But to me Joy meant only sorrow |
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Joy, I know you're out there |
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I want you to turn on your radio and listen to my song |
