| A certain maid I know, is so afraid her boy
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| Will never ask her, will she name the day
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| He calls on her each night, and when she dims the light
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| It’s ten to one that you would hear her say
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| Oh Joseph, Joseph, won’t you make your mind up
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| It’s time I knew just how I stand with you
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| My heart’s no clock that I can stop and wind up
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| Each time we make up after being through
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| So listen Joseph, Joseph time is fleeting
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| And here and there my hair is turning grey
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| My mother has a fear, wedding bells I’ll never hear
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| Joseph, Joseph, won’t you name the day
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| Oh Joseph, won’t you name the day
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| Oh Joseph, won’t you name the day
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| Oh Joseph, won’t you name the day
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| Name the day, name the day
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| Oh Joseph, make your mind up
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| It’s time I knew just how I stand with you
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| My heart’s no clock that I can wind up
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| Oh Joseph, each time we make up after being through
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| Oh Joseph, Joseph, Joseph, time is fleeting
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| And here and there my hair is turning grey
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| My mama has a fear, wedding bells I’ll never hear
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| Oh Joseph, Joseph, Joseph, won’t you name the day |