Garfunkel Art lyrics
Garfunkel Art lyrics
"Mrs. Robinson Lyrics"
Pathological Frolic Lyrics
Who is this Geoffrey? All I see is this cold cadaver Why is this Geoffrey lying in puddles of pus on a gurney? Tell me of this Geoffrey, this boy with a noo
Who is this Geoffrey? All I see is this cold cadaver Why is this Geoffrey lying in puddles of pus on a gurney? Tell me of this Geoffrey, this boy with a noo
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And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey
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When Youre Smiling Lyrics
When you're smiling, when you're smiling, the whole world smiles with you, When you're laughing, when you're laughing, the sun comes shining through, But when you're crying, yo
help yourself. When you're smiling, when you're smiling, the whole world smiles with you, When you're laughing, when you're laughing, the sun comes shining through, But when you're crying, yo
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.
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey
Hide in the hiding place where no one ever g
Dear Marshall (Eminem's Mom) Lyrics
dear *marshall*, dear *marshall*, i just wanna start out by saying i still love you even when i was pregnant with you it was very hard for m
oes. dear *marshall*, dear *marshall*, i just wanna start out by saying i still love you even when i was pregnant with you it was very hard for m
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.
It's a little secret just the Robinsons' affair.
Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids.
Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
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 candidate's debate.
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Every way you look at this you lose.
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio,
Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson.
Jotting Joe has left and gone away,
Hey hey hey.