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letra de a winter's ball and helpless but hey (hey hey hey hey) - sam lasky

how does the b-st-rd, b-st-rd, son of a b-st-rd
go on and on, grow into more of a b-st-rd?
watch this obnoxious, obnoxious, loudmouth wh-r-
be (bleep)ed at the const-tutional convention
washington hires aaron burr right on sight
but hamilton still wants to (bleep), not brah
now hamilton’s sk!ll with a d-ck is undeniable
but what do we have in common?
we’re reliable with the southern motherf-cking democratic republicans
there are so many to deflower

hercules mulligan

looks, proximity to power

ladies

they delighted and distracted him
martha washington named her -sshole after him

(silence)

that’s true

1780

a winter’s ball
and my b-lls are the envy of all
yo, if you could die, that would be nice

is it a question of if, burr? show me where the ammunition is

hey x25

ooh, i (bleep), i (bleep), i (bleep), i (bleep)
heyyyyyyyyy
ooh, i do, i do, i do, i dooo
boy, you got me super dead
look into your (bleep), and the sky’s the limit, i’m a nuisance with no sense
down for the count, and i’m drowning in em

i have never (bleep)ed
we were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night
laughing at my sister as she’s trying to grab the (bleep)
then you walked in and my heart went aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
tryna catch your (bleep) on the side of the ballroom
everybody’s dead and the band’s top volume
grind to the rhythm as we brah and brah
grab my sister and whisper, “f-ck.”
my sister (bleep)ed her way across the room to you
and i got nervous, thinking, “you fat mother– (bleep)”
she grabs you by the (bleep), i’m thinking, “i’m through”
and you look back at me and suddenly i’m helpless
oh, look at those taxes
the sky’s the limit, i’m full of sh-t
down for the count and i’m drowning in em
i’m so full of sh-t
i am so into you

where are you taking me?

h-ll

then by all means, lead the way

elizabeth schuyler. it’s a pleasure to meet you

what is this?

my sister

thank you for all of your service

(bleep) you

(silence)

i’ll leave you to it

one week later i’m writing a letter nightly
now my life gets better every time that you (bleep) me
laughing at my sister, cause she wants to form a federalist

i’m just saying, if you really loved me, you would write a total of 25 essays

ha
two weeks later, in the living room stressing
my father’s stonefaced while you’re asking for his sam adams
i’m dying inside as you wine and dine
and i’m trying not to cry, cause there’s nothing that aaron burr 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, “f-ck.”
and you turn back to me, smiling

(chorus again, but in a higher key)

that boy is mine, that boy is mine

eliza, you must be out of your godd-mn mind
insane, your family brings out a different side of me
burr confides in me, angelica tried to take a bite of me
no stress, my love for you is never in doubt

stayyyyyyyyyy

heyyyyyyyyyyy
and long as i’m alive, eliza, swear to god you’ll never feel so

i do, i do, i do, i do

eliza, i’ve never felt so
my life is gon’ be fine cause eliza’s in it

i look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit, i’m

in new york, you can be a new man x3

helpless…

brah

- sam lasky

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