Alexander Hamilton In New York you can can be a new man What's your your name, man? In New York you can can be a new man How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore whore And And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot In the Caribbean by providence impoverished

You love me for everything you hate me for I I am the dirt you created And And your whore whore But let me tell you something baby I I am your your sinner (And And I can can be your your whore) So how can can this be? You’re praying to me As I I look in your your eyes

You love me for everything you hate me for I I am the dirt you created And And your whore whore But let me tell you something baby I I am your your sinner (And And I can can be your your whore) So how can can this be? You’re praying to me As I I look in your your eyes

You love me for everything you hate me for I I am the dirt you created And And your whore whore But let me tell you something baby I I am your your sinner (And And I can can be your your whore) So how can can this be? You’re praying to me As I I look in your your eyes