Mrs Robinson is actually Mrs Roosevelt the first lady, this song is about her struggles
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files,We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
-- a psychiatrist interviewing her at a stress-related rehab center
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes, Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home
--others worry for her, she should feel welcome emotionally
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes,Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
--strong women were to repress their true emotions and hide them away completely out of reach
It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair, Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids
--FDR wasn't a faithful husband, and she was a lesbian it was to be kept to themselves because society wouldn't agree and the children were to be taught morals
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
--she would watch her husband win the presidential election although she did the work, no matter how hard she fought she still could never win because she was a woman
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio, A nation turns its lonely eyes to you, What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson, Joltin' Joe has left and gone away
--she misses when she was young and innocent/ the old days where there were few worries but times have changed and they're not coming back
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
--She is worried and all alone but she never stops praying or gives up her faith, Jesus understands all of the hardships she has but she doesn't know that he knows that
Mrs Robinson is actually Mrs Roosevelt the first lady, this song is about her struggles
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files,We'd like to help you learn to help yourself -- a psychiatrist interviewing her at a stress-related rehab center
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes, Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home --others worry for her, she should feel welcome emotionally
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes,Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes --strong women were to repress their true emotions and hide them away completely out of reach
It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair, Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids --FDR wasn't a faithful husband, and she was a lesbian it was to be kept to themselves because society wouldn't agree and the children were to be taught morals
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 --she would watch her husband win the presidential election although she did the work, no matter how hard she fought she still could never win because she was a woman
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio, A nation turns its lonely eyes to you, What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson, Joltin' Joe has left and gone away --she misses when she was young and innocent/ the old days where there were few worries but times have changed and they're not coming back
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 --She is worried and all alone but she never stops praying or gives up her faith, Jesus understands all of the hardships she has but she doesn't know that he knows that
WRONG!!!
WRONG!!!
@matt101536 Thanks for the insightful input!
@matt101536 Thanks for the insightful input!