prince
joy in repetition
He like to frequent this club down up on 36th Pimps and things like to hang outside and cuss for kicks  Talking to no one in particular, they say "the baddest I am tonight" Four letter words are seldom heard with such dignity and bite. All the poets and the part time singers always hang inside Live music from a band plays a song called "Soul Psychodelicide". The song's a year long and had been playing for months when he Walked into the place. No one seemed to care, an introverted this-is-it look on most of their faces. Up on the mic repeating two words, over and over again Was this woman he had never noticed before he lost himself in the Articulated manner in which she said them. These two words, a little bit behind the beat. I mean just enough o-turn you on. For every time she said the words another one of his doubts were gone.  Should he try to rap with her? Should he stand and stare? No one else was watching her, she didn't seem to care. So over and over, she said the words til he could take no more, (no more) He dragged her from the stage and together they ran through the back door In the alley over by the curb he said tell me what's your name She only said the words again and it started to rain (rain, rain, rain) Two words falling between the drops and the moans of his condition Holding someone is truly believing there's joy in repetition. There's joy in repetition. [Repeat: x4] She said love me, love me, what she say? She say love me, love me. Joy, why don't you love me baby, joy, why can't you love me baby Joy, come on and love me baby, joy in repetition Alright, joy in repetition, [Repeat: x3] Alright, joy, all my wishes add up to one Love me, joy, Love me, joy, Love me, joy Love me, Love me, joy, joy, joy in repetition Joy, joy in repetition, Joy, joy (love me) in repetition, Love me, love, joy, joy, joy in repetition Joy, and I'm gonna say it again, joy, joy, and I'm gonna say it again, Joy, I'd like to go way up high and say, Love me, joy I'll say Love me, joy Joy, joy in repetition, joy in repetition There's joy in repetition