| Hey hey hey hey
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| Ohh, I do I do I do I
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| Dooo! |
| Hey!
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| Ohh, I do I do I do I
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| Dooo! |
| Boy you got me
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey
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| Helpless!
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| Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit I’m helpless!
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| Down for the count, and I’m drownin’ in ‘em
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| I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight
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| We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night
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| Laughin’ at my sister as she’s dazzling the room
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| Then you walked in and my heart went “Boom!”
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| Tryin’ to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom
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| Everybody’s dancin’ and the band’s top volume
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| Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine
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| Grab my sister, and
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| Whisper, “Yo, this
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| One’s mine.”
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| My sister made her way across the room to you
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| And I got nervous, thinking “What’s she gonna do?”
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| She grabbed you by the arm, I’m thinkin’ “I’m through”
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| Then you look back at me and suddenly I’m
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| Helpless!
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| Oh, look at those eyes
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| Oh!
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| Yeah, I’m
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| Helpless, I know
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| I’m so into you
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| I am so into you
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| I know I’m down for the count
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| And I’m drownin’ in ‘em.
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| Oooh
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| Oooh
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| Oooh
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| Oooh
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| Helpless!
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| Look into your eyes
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| And the sky’s the limit
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| I’m
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| Helpless!
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| Down for the count
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| And I’m drownin’ in ‘em
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| I’m helpless!
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| Look into your eyes
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| And the sky’s the limit I’m helpless!
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| Down for the count
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| And I’m drownin’ in ‘em.
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| Where are you taking me?
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| I’m about to change your life
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| Then by all means, lead the way
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| Elizabeth Schuyler. |
| It’s a pleasure to meet you
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| Schuyler?
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| My sister
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| Thank you for all your service
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| If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it
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| I’ll leave you to it
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| One week later
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| I’m writin’ a letter nightly
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| Now my life gets better, every letter that you write me
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| Laughin’ at my sister, cuz she wants to form a harem
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| I’m just sayin’, if you really loved me, you would share him
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| Ha!
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| Two weeks later
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| In the living room stressin’
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| My father’s stone-faced
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| While you’re asking for his blessin’
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| I’m dying inside, as
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| You wine
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| And dine
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| And I’m tryin’ not to cry
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| ‘cause there’s nothing that your mind can’t do
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| My father makes his way across the room
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| To you
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| I panic for a second, thinking
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| “we’re through”
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| But then he shakes your hand and says
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| “Be true”
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| And you turn back to me, smiling, and I’m
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| Helpless!
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| Helpless!
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| Hoo!
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| That boy is mine
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| That boy is mine!
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| Helpless! |
| Helpless!
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| Down for the count
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| And I’m drownin’ in em
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| Stressin’
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| Blessin’
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| Oooh
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| Oooh
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| Oooh
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| Oooh
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| Helpless!
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| Look into your eyes
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| And the sky’s the
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| Limit I’m
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| Helpless!
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| Down for the count
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| And I’m drownin’ in
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| ‘em I’m
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| Helpless!
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| Look into your eyes
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| And the sky’s the
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| Limit I’m
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| Helpless!
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| Down for the count
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| And I’m drownin’ in em
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| Eliza, I don’t have a dollar to my name
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| An acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame
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| All I have’s my honor, a tolerance for pain
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| A couple of college credits and my top-notch brain
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| Insane, your family brings out a different side of me
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| Peggy confides in me, Angelica tried to take a bite of me
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| No stress, my love for you is never in doubt
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| We’ll get a little place in Harlem and we’ll figure it out
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| I’ve been livin’ without a family since I was a child
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| My father left, my mother died, I grew up buckwild
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| But I’ll never forget my mother’s face, that was real
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| And long as I’m alive, Eliza, swear to God
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| You’ll never feel so…
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| Eliza…
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| I’ve never felt so—
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| My life is gon’ be fine cuz Eliza’s in it.
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| I do I do I do I do!
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| I do I do I do I do!
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| Hey, yeah, yeah!
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| I’m down for the count
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| I’m—
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| I look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit
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| I’m
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| …drownin’ in ‘em.
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| Helpless!
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| Helpless!
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| Helpless!
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| Down for the count
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| And I’m drownin’ in ‘em
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| Helpless!
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| Helpless!
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| Helpless!
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| Down for the count
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| And I’m drownin’ in ‘em.
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| Wedding march plays
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| In New York, you can be a new man…
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| In New York, you can be a new man…
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| In New York, you can be a new man…
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| Helpless |