Helpless;
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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 you wine 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 to you
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I panic for a second, thinking 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 helpless!
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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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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 honour, 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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I do I do I do I do!
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I do I do I do I do!
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I’m down for the count
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My life is gon’ be fine 'cause Eliza’s in it.
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I look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit
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I’m down for the count and I'm drownin’ in ‘em
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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...
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