Mrs. Robinson
Intoxicating Confessions: Mrs. Robinson's Spiraling Secrets
Lyrics
Not so fast, Mrs. Robinson I know you love to drink your
Addressing Mrs. Robinson, acknowledging her fondness for drinking
Yes, like that
Reiteration of Mrs. Robinson's drinking habits
Not so fast, Mrs. Robinson I know you love to drink your share of gin
Repeated acknowledgment of Mrs. Robinson's love for gin
But you drank yourself through the bottle again, oh no
Noting Mrs. Robinson's excessive drinking, finishing a bottle
And you're yelling at me like you got a plan To take me out back and shoot my ass
Describing Mrs. Robinson's aggressive behavior, possibly threatening
But let me tell you something, I run too fast for you
Asserting the ability to escape Mrs. Robinson's threat due to speed
So go ahead and get, get, get it out before the coppers come, oh
Encouraging Mrs. Robinson to express herself before authorities arrive
They might believe you but the neighbors won't
Implying distrust from neighbors even if authorities might believe her
And if you got something to say, don't hold your breath
Suggesting Mrs. Robinson should speak up if she has something to say
So we took out our hose and we filled our pool, oh
Describing filling a pool, reminiscent of childhood
The mini little ones they used to have at school, oh
Reflecting on nostalgic memories of small pools at school
I know that you hate it, I know that you hate it, oh no
Acknowledging Mrs. Robinson's dislike for the pool activity
And I took out my amp and I played my song
Bringing out an amp to play music, inviting Mrs. Robinson to join
Oh come on, Mrs. Robinson, come sing along
Inviting Mrs. Robinson to sing along to the music
I know that you love it, I know that you love it, oh no
Assuming Mrs. Robinson enjoys the music despite her possible dislike
And I know that you're looking through your window pane
Noting Mrs. Robinson observing from her window
Oh tell me, Mrs. Robinson, do you have shame
Questioning Mrs. Robinson's feelings of guilt or embarrassment
Cause I think that you love me, tell me, does your husband know
Suggesting a romantic interest, querying if her husband knows
So go ahead and get, get, get, get me out your cellular phone
Encouraging Mrs. Robinson to remove the speaker from the phone
Cause I think that you're hiding something we don't know
Suspecting Mrs. Robinson has secrets or hidden aspects
And if you got nothing to hide, then don't run away
Encouraging honesty and transparency if she has nothing to hide
So go ahead and get, get, get it out before the coppers come, oh
Reiterating the urgency to speak before authorities arrive
They might believe you but the neighbors won't
Expecting disbelief from neighbors even if authorities believe her
And if you got something to say, don't hold your breath
Encouraging Mrs. Robinson to speak up if she has something to say
Not so fast, Mrs. Robinson, I know you love to drink your share of gin
Repeating acknowledgment of Mrs. Robinson's fondness for gin
But you drank yourself through the bottle again, oh no
Reiterating Mrs. Robinson's excessive drinking, finishing a bottle
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