Mrs. Robinson pt 1

I never really cared what anyone thought  
He looks good to me  
and if he looks good to me  
 my opinion is the only opinion worth listening to  
 
“ Mrs. Robinson. I'm here to do some work”  
 
Oh, he's gonna do some work, alright  
he just doesn't know what kind of work  
that needs to be done  
 
“I was told I will need to align something in the back?”  
 
By the looks of him  
This back will be aligned in no time  
By the looks of him  
I may need help from a gynecologist  
 
“Yes, I have a few panels loose in the back. Above  my bed”  
 
Did he catch that, or should I just say  
I want that in me now.  
No beast call down  
Let our prey feel at ease  
 
“Will I need my tools? How old are the panels?”  
 
Lord these panels are not old they are vintage  
And you know if you shine up vintage things  
They are better than the new stuff that comes out  
 
“Maybe you will need the toolbox. There dusty you may get that white t-shirt dirty.”  
 
He gave me a look, and that eureka bulb went off.  
 
“Mrs. Robinson? Where is Mr. Robinson?”  
 
I took another sip of Moet and said, “ Fucking the soon-to-be Mrs. Robinson.”  
 
He smiled and squinted his eyes.  
 
“I’m not a Handyman like that.”  
 
I laughed  
 
“What kind of handyman are you?”  
 
He walked towards me took the glass, and swallowed the wine.  
 
“I’ll take care of the panels. I am not going to be responsible for the bed or the slight concussion.”  
 
Looking at him I wondered what he meant.  
 
“Concussion?”  
 
“Yeah, protect your head. I tend to be relentless in driving forward.”