Mrs Robinson

Your the secret in my soul
That know one knows about
Black dress rock and roll
Hot lips with a pout
Your my secret no one knows
That I've been coming round
In the morning to your shows
The disciple I am devout
Good morning, Mrs. Robinson
Good morning, Its me again
Good morning, Mrs. Robinson
I just you'd like a hand
Good morning Mrs. Robinson
Its so nice to see you again
There's no regrets
Takes its toll
On our little bouts
You're the best yet
I living doll
Long legs wrapped around
And if I forget to pull you close
Remind me when you reach out
My warm hand on yours will close
In the moment there's no one else
Good morning, Mrs. Robinson
Good morning, Its me again
Good morning, Mrs. Robinson
I just you'd like a hand
Good morning Mrs. Robinson
Its so nice to see you again
My hands are shakin
And my knees are weak
And my heart beats out loud
Can you see me at ten tomorrow
And cure me of myself
Good morning, Mrs. Robinson
Good morning, Its me again
Good morning, Mrs. Robinson
I just you'd like a hand
Good morning Mrs. Robinson
Its so nice to see you again