Watsky, Mody, Danny McClain - Mrs. Robinson lyrics

BEN: Mrs robinson
Do you think we could say a few
Words to each other first this time?
MRS rOBINSON: I don't think we have
Much to say to each other
BEN: Look, for months
All we've done is come up here
And leap into bed together
MRS rOBINSON: Do you wanna tell
Me about your college experience?
BEN: Oh my God this is the sickest, most
Perverted thing that ever happened
To me well, i i was kind of upset there
I'm sorry I said those things
MRS rOBINSON: Is it sickening for you?
BEN: It's not i enjoy it
I look forward to it
It's the one thing I have to look forward to
MRS rOBINSON: May I stay then?

And here's to you, Mrs robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
(Can I get you back, can I, Mrs robinson?
Can I get you back, can I, can I?)
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 and then 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 yell 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
So 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
(Can I get you back, can I, Mrs robinson?
Can I get you back, can I, can I?)
God bless you, please, Mrs robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Those who pray) hey, hey hey
(Hey, hey hey) 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 I'm pimping Tall or Grande
He's popping Crystal
I'm sipping on some André
It's been a long day, I want to romance you
So 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 pant 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 did you go, poor D'Angelo?
Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you
(Can I get you back, can I, Mrs robinson?
Can I get you back, can I, can I?)
Mrs robinson, Mrs robinson, Mrs robinson
(Can I get you back, can I, Mrs robinson?
Can I get you back, can I, can I?)
Can I get you back, Mrs robinson?
Mrs robinson, Mrs robinson
Hey, hey hey - hey hey hey

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