Tone [Em]
Verse 1
I was [Am]reading Slim Aarons and [G]I got to thinking that [D]I thought
[Am]Maybe I'd get less stressed [G]if I was tested less [D]like all of these debutantes
[Am]Smiling for miles in pink [G]dresses and high heels on [D]white yachts
But [Am]I'm not, [G]baby, [D]I'm not
No, [Am]I'm not, [G]that, [D]I'm not
Chorus 1
I've [C]been tearing around in my [D]fucking nightgown
Twenty-[Em]four seven Sylvia [C]Plath
[C]Writing in blood on my [D]walls
'Cause the ink in my [Em]pen don't work in my note[C]pad
Don't [C]ask if I'm happy, you [D]know that I'm not
But at [G]best, I can [D/F#]say I'm not [C]sad
'Cause [C]hope is a dangerous [G]thing for a woman like [D/F#]me to have
[C]Hope is a dangerous [G]thing for a woman like [D/F#]me to have
[Am] [G] [D]
[Am] [G] [D]
Verse 2
I had [Am]15-year dances, church [G]basement romances, yeah, [D]I've cried
[Am]Spilling my guts with the [G]Bowery Bums is the [D]only love I've ever known
[Am]Except for the stage, which I [G]also call home, when [D]I'm not
[Am]Servin' up God in a [G]burnt coffee pot for the [D]triad
[Am]Hello, it's the most famous [G]woman you know on the [D]iPad
[Am]Calling from beyond the [G]grave, I just wanna say, [D]"Hi, Dad"
Chorus 2
I've been [C]tearing up town in my [D]fucking white gown
Like a [Em]goddamn near socio[C]path
[C]Shaking my ass is the [D]only thing that's
Got this [Em]black narcissist off my [C]back
She [C]couldn't care less, and I [D]never cared more
So there's [G]no more to [D/F#]say about [C] that
Except [C]hope is a dangerous [G]thing for a woman like [D/F#]me to have
[C]Hope is a dangerous [G]thing for a woman with [D/F#]my past
Verse 3
There's a [Am]new revolution, a [G]loud evolution that [D]I saw
[Am]Born of confusion and [G]quiet collusion of [D]which mostly I've known
A [Am]modern day woman with a [G]weak constitution, 'cause [D]I've got
[Am]Monsters still under my [G]bed that I could never [D]fight off
A [Am]gatekeeper carelessly [G]dropping the keys on my [D]nights off
Chorus 3
I've been [C]tearing around in my [D]fucking nightgown
Twenty- [Em]four seven Sylvia [C] Plath
[C]Writing in blood on your [D]walls
'Cause the ink in my [Em]pen don't look good in my [C]pad
They [C]write that I'm happy, they [D]know that I'm not
But at [G]best, you can [D/F#]see I'm not [C]sad
But [C]hope is a dangerous [G]thing for a woman like [D/F#]me to have
[C]Hope is a dangerous [G]thing for a woman like [D/F#]me to have
Outro
[C]Hope is a dangerous [G]thing for a woman like [D/F#]me to have
But [C]I have [G]it, yeah, [D/F#]I have it
Yeah, [C]I have [G]it, [D/F#]I have [C]
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