Soundtracks - Helpless lyrics

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Soundtracks - Helpless lyrics

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