De de de de de
De de de de
De de de de.
Do do do do do
Do do do.
De de de de de
De de de de
De de de de
And here's to you,
Mrs. Robinson.
Jesus loves you
more than you will know
(wo, wo, wo)
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 you
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 ground
until you fell at home.
.And here's to you,
Mrs. Robinson.
Jesus loves you
more than you will know
(wo, wo, wo)
God bless you, please,
Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place
for those who pray,
(Hey, hey, hey,
. . . hey, hey, hey)
....ดนตรี...
Hide it in a hiding place
where no one ever goes.
Put it in you pantry
with your cup cake.
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
(wo, wo, wo)
God bless you, please,
Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place
for those who pray,
(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.
Ev'ry way you look at it,
you lose.
.Where have you gone,
Joe Dimagio?
A nation turns
its lonely eyes to you.
(wo, wo, wo)
What's that you say,
Mrs. Robinson.
"Jolt-in' Joe"
has left and gone away.
(Hey, hey, hey,
. . . hey, hey, hey)
De de de de
De de de de.
Do do do do do
Do do do.
De de de de de
De de de de
De de de de
And here's to you,
Mrs. Robinson.
Jesus loves you
more than you will know
(wo, wo, wo)
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 you
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 ground
until you fell at home.
.And here's to you,
Mrs. Robinson.
Jesus loves you
more than you will know
(wo, wo, wo)
God bless you, please,
Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place
for those who pray,
(Hey, hey, hey,
. . . hey, hey, hey)
....ดนตรี...
Hide it in a hiding place
where no one ever goes.
Put it in you pantry
with your cup cake.
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
(wo, wo, wo)
God bless you, please,
Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place
for those who pray,
(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.
Ev'ry way you look at it,
you lose.
.Where have you gone,
Joe Dimagio?
A nation turns
its lonely eyes to you.
(wo, wo, wo)
What's that you say,
Mrs. Robinson.
"Jolt-in' Joe"
has left and gone away.
(Hey, hey, hey,
. . . hey, hey, hey)
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