[Verse 1]
Am G D
I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought
Am G D
Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like all of these debutantes
Am G D
Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts
Am G D
But I'm not, baby I'm not
Am G D
No, I'm not that, I'm not
[Chorus 1]
C D Em C
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown, twenty-four seven, Sylvia Plath
C D Em C
Writing in blood on the walls 'cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad
C D G D/F# C
Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not, but at best I can say I'm not sad
C G D/F#
'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
C G D/F#
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Am G D
Am G D
[Verse 2]
Am G D
I had fifteen-year dances, church basement romances, yeah I've cried
Am G D
Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums is the only love I've ever known
Am G D
Except for the stage which I also call home when I'm not
Am G D
Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triad
Am G D
Hello, it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad
Am G D
Calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say, "Hi, Dad"
[Chorus 2]
C D Em C
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I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown like a goddamn near sociopath
C D Em C
Shaking my ass is the only thing that's got this black narcissist off my back
C D G D/F# C
She couldn't care less and I never cared more so there's no more to say about that
C G D/F#
Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
C G D/F#
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past
[Verse 3]
Am G D
There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw
Am G D
Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known
Am G D
A modern day woman with a weak constitution 'cause I've got
Am G D
Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off
Am G D
A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off
[Chorus 3]
C D Em C
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown, twenty-four seven, Sylvia Plath
C D Em C
Writing in blood on your walls 'cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad
C D G D/F# C
They write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not but at best, you can see I'm not sad
C G D/F#
But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
C G D/F#
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
[Outro]
C G D/F#
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
C G D/F#
But I have it, yeah I have it
C G D/F# C
Yeah, I have it, I have
