| 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 |