Mrs. Robinson (Single Mix)

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And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know Woah, woah, woah God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files We'd like to help you learn to help yourself Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know Woah, woah, woah God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes It's a little secret, just the Robinson's affair Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids

Coo-coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know Woah, woah, woah God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon Going to the candidates' debate Laugh about it, shout about it When you've got to choose Every way you look at it, you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you Wooh, wooh, wooh What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson? Jolting Joe has left and gone away Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey