My name is Joy, Joy Chappell.
But when you\'re a kid you see t.
Na ve, I know.
It, making me dream that someday the light of hippie sun would shine down as we danced barefoot in meadows.
It that Mom hid with Cover Girl and I lied to my friends about.
It, the thing we never talked about.
Even though it was always on my mind.
Can a car stealing, pot smoking, LSD tripping chick be innocent? I thought so.
And maybe I was, in my own way.
Over the top, I know, but my Mom wanted me to sound all innocent.
My name is Joy, Joy Chappell