Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman    (video)

like me to have - but I have it

 

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1. I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought

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    maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested

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    less like all of these debutantes.

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    Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts,

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    but I'm not,      baby I'm not ! No, I'm not        that, I'm not.

 

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    I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown,

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    twenty-four seven, Sylvia Plath.

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    Writing in blood on the walls 'cause the ink

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    in my pen don't work in my notepad.

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    Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not,

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    but at best I can say I'm not sad.

 

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'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have.

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Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have.

 

+  Am - G - D (2x)

 

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2. I had fifteen-year dances, church basement romances, yeah, I've cried.

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    Spilling my guts with the Bowery bums

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    is the only love I've ever known.

 

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    Except for the stage which I also call home when I'm not

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    servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triad.

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    Hello, it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad,

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    calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say,       "Hi, Dad".

 

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    I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown

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    like a goddamn near sociopath,

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    shaking my ass is the only thing that's

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    got this black narcissist off my back.

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    She couldn't care less and I never cared more.

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    so there's no more to say about that.

 

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Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have.

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Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past.

 

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3. There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw,

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    born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known.

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    A modern day woman with a weak constitution 'cause I've got

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    monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off,

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    a gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off.

 

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    I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown,

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    twenty-four seven, Sylvia Plath.

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    Writing in blood on your walls

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    'cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad.

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    They write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not,

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    but at best, you can see I'm not sad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have.

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Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have.

 

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+  Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have,

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    but I have       it, yeah, I have it.

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    Yeah, I have        it, I have.

 

    (Lana Del Rey)