Hope Is a Dangerous Thing for a Woman Like Me to Have – but I Have It
Lana Del Rey
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[Versetto]Am G DI was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thoughtAm G DMaybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like all of these debutantesAm G DSmiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachtsAm G DBut I'm not, baby I'm notAm G DNo, I'm not that, I'm not[Ritornello]C D Em CI've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown, twenty-four seven, Sylvia PlathC D Em CWriting in blood on the walls 'cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepadC D G D/F# CDon't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not, but at best I can say I'm not sadC G D/F#'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to haveC G D/F#Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have[Strumentale]Am G DAm G D
[Versetto]Am G DI had fifteen-year dances, church basement romances, yeah I've criedAm G DSpilling my guts with the Bowery Bums is the only love I've ever knownAm G DExcept for the stage which I also call home when I'm notAm G DServin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triadAm G DHello, it's the most famous woman you know on the iPadAm G DCalling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say, "Hi, Dad"[Ritornello]C D Em CI've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown like a goddamn near sociopathC D Em CShaking my ass is the only thing that's got this black narcissist off my backC D G D/F# CShe couldn't care less and I never cared more so there's no more to say about thatC G D/F#Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to haveC G D/F#Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past[Versetto]Am G DThere's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I sawAm G DBorn of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've knownAm G DA modern day woman with a weak constitution 'cause I've gotAm G DMonsters still under my bed that I could never fight offAm G DA gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off[Ritornello]C D Em CI've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown, twenty-four seven, Sylvia PlathC D Em CWriting in blood on your walls 'cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my padC D G D/F# CThey write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not but at best, you can see I'm not sadC G D/F#But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to haveC 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 haveC G D/F#But I have it, yeah I have itC G D/F# CYeah, I have it, I have