This is a bastard orphan son of a whore and a scottman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean My property's in proper It's a swallow Groped to be a hero and a scholar? The $10

All the work I've around is a business container and took up a collection just to send out to the mainland Get your education to print it from what you came in the world, gonna know your name What's your name, man? I'm Anna Hamilton I'm Anna-Sally-Nana-Han-Modern And there's a brand new thing I love and I'm... But trust you, eh? But trust you We- When you are finished on this day, I love it I'm gonna get it in the year, then I see Anna-Sally-Nana-Bare And after

I've been ready, cutting, cutting, cutting, made a strong shot, had none of my room bright, and the newest side of voice, saying, Alex, you got a bad boy, you're so, you started retreating, and reading every treatise on the shelf. There would have been nothing left to do for someone that's a stupid, he would have been dead if that's the stupid, that a set of prostitution started working. Clucking for his life, motor's landlock, trading sugar, canning rum, and all the things he can't afford, scattered forever, The remove kick can get out of the handゾ

Headed for the future, see him now as he stands on the power of the shit Headed for the new land, *****, New York, you can't be a new man *****, New York, you can't be a new man New York, you can't be a new man New York, you can't be a new man New York, New York, just you and Alexander Hamilton We are waiting in the waste for you

And the wings for you, you can never back down, you never love to take your time! Oh, well they've been a Hamilton, oh they've been a Hamilton, America sings for you! Well they know what you overcame, well they know you re-roll your game, The world will never be the same.

Chip is in the harbor now, see if you can spot him? Another emigre coming up on the bottom His enemies destroyed his rep America forgot him We fought with him Me hide like freakin' me hide trust in him And me I loved him And Mary bled on And the damn police shot him There's a million things I haven't done But just you were What's your name?

Yeah, this ain't it. You might as well leave right now while you're ahead.

Okay therapist, whatever you say, being myself, isn't it? Being honest, isn't it? I mean, I see what truth you see. Peace.

Bitch, if you don't shut your corny ass up, I ain't a chef. eh, eh, eh, Goofy ass.