Joy

The other day I met a girl named Joy
She said, «Come here
I’m gonna make you my joy, boy»
Well, things went good and things went bad
Now everytime I think of Joy
It makes me sad
It makes me sad
The other day I met a girl named Joy
She said, «Roy!
I’m gonna make you my joy, boy»
Well, she took me for a ride
Sort of a joy ride
Now everytime I think of Joy
I get all weird inside
Joy, to the world, was a beautiful girl
But, to me, Joy meant only sorrow
If you haven’t got an answer
Then you haven’t got a question
And if you never had a question
Then you’d never have a problem
But if you never had a problem
Then everyone would be happy
And if everyone was happy
There’d never be a love song
Joy, to the world, was a beautiful girl
But, to me, Joy meant only sorrow
The other day I met a girl named Joy
She said, «Come here
I wanna make you feel all clammy inside»
Well, things went good and things went bad
Things went good and things went bad
Good, bad, good, bad, good, bad
Joy, to the world, was a beautiful girl
But, to me, Joy meant only sorrow
Joy, to the world, was a beautiful girl
But, to me, Joy meant only sorrow
The other day I met a girl named Joy