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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 |
