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Watsky and Mody
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Mrs. Robinson
Verse 1
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
Chorus 1
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
Verse 2
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
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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
And as sugar for the cougars
I was on Ellen... twice
Chorus 2
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
Breakdown
STOP!
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!
Gracelly
I beg you
Chorus 3
Where have you gone, Poor D'Angelo
Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson.
I don't believe he's left and gone away
Hey hey hey.
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