Joy in Repetition

All the poets and the part time singers Always hang inside Live music from a band on a stage 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 notice an introverted this is it look on 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 Ah these two words, a little bit behind the beat I mean just enough to turn you on And every time she said the words Another one of his doubts was gone Should he try to rap with her Should he stand and stare And no one else was watching her She didn't seem to care So over and over, she said the words Till he could take no more Then he dragged her from the stage And together they ran to 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 Two words falling between the drops And the moans of his condition Holding someone is truly believing There's joy in repetition Yeah there's joy in repetition There's joy in repetition Yeah and there's joy in repetition Yeah there's joy in repetition She said love me That's all she said She said love me A little bit behind the beat Over and over and over and over She said love me Love me There's joy, there's joy There's joy in repetition In repetition, in repetition Yeah in repetition Yeah in repetition In repetition In repetition In repetition