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Mrs. Robinson (ft. Danny McClain)

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Mrs. Robinson (ft. Danny McClain)

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Mrs. Robinson, do you think we could say a few words to each other first this time?

I don't think we have much to say to each other.

Look, for a month, all we ever do is to come up here and leap into bed together.

Do you want to tell me about some of your college experiences?

Oh my god. This is the sickest, most perverted thing that ever happened to me.

Well look -

I was kind of upset there. I'm sorry I said those things.

But if it's sickening for you -

It's not!

I enjoy it. I look forward to it. it's the one thing I have to look forward to.

May I stay then?

And here's to you, mrs. Robinson,

Jesus loves you more than you will know.

God bless you, please mrs. Robinson.

Heaven holds a place for those who pray,

Hey, hey, hey

I just graduated high school

When she graduated brown

I kicked some game the best I ever laid it down

We played around,

We got official

And when it comes to firsts, like hair, I got a fistful

I said I love you, and I'm pretty sure I meant it truly

She's still the only one I've ever said it too, she

Gave me a fever that I've still got

I find milfs hot, and I'll scream it from the hilltop

It's not tomato, tomahto

When it come to demis, gimme moore before lovato

And if you're demi moore

And if I'm 24

Well earth's a trillion years old

What's twenty more?

But when we talk I upset your ulcer

Increase your pulse or tend to insult your

Knowledge I apologize it's the wrong subject

Let's not fuck this up by discussing pop culture

Remember welcome back cotter?

Bridge over troubled water

Well I don't

But baby that's why god invented iphones

Koo-koo-ka-choo, mrs. Robinson,

Jesus loves you more than you will know.

God bless you, please, mrs. Robinson.

Heaven holds a place for those who pray,

Hey, hey, hey

You're an old wine, you're a fine cheese

At this rate you'll be angelina by your nineties

A double dimepiece, freaking siamese

I'm fully legal, people, you can check my ids

Be damned if I freeze

I'm a la flambe

Jay is venti pimping but pimping tall or grande

He's popping cristal

I'm sipping on some andre

It's been a long day

I want to romance you

Soon I plan to

Dim all the lights and put on something we can dance to

That doesn't draw attention to my age, like pan flute

So get comfy if you're chafing in that pants suit

It either makes me kinda weird

Or some kinda pioneer

But let me dry your tears

If you're peering in the mirror and only see the years you fear appearing in your face instead of helen mirren, well it's clear

You look hella nice

A younger fella's vice

And as sugar for the cougars

I was on ellen... Twice

Where have you gone, poor d'angelo

Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.

What's that you say, mrs. Robinson.

Heaven holds a place for those who pray,

Hey, hey, hey

When I say 'don't get,' you say 'surgery'

Don't get

Surgery

Don't get

Surgery

When I say 'age,' you say 'gracefully'

Age!

Gracefully

Age!

Gracefully

That's what I'm talking about

Beautiful sight

I'm glad to see y'all here

I need to know...

Where everyone stands, so I'm gonna throw some numbers out

I wanna hear you

Who's down for 35? About 36?

Yeah, how about 40? How about 45?

How about 50? Ibout 55? I feel so alive!

How about 60?! How about 65?!

How about 70?! How about 80?!

How about?! How about?!

And here's to you, mrs. Robinson

God bless you, please!

Mrs. Robinson

Hey, hey, hey (3x)

Watsy, mody

Sky high!

Hey, hey, hey

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