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[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
Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on
D
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]
C D
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
Em C
24/7 Sylvia Plath
D
Writing in blood on my walls
Em C
'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad
Don't ask if I'm happy,
D
you know that I'm not
G D/F# C
But at best, I can say I'm not sad
G D
'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to
have
C G D
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
[Bridge]
| Am | G | D | - |
| Am | G | D | - |
[Verse 2]
Am
I had 15year dances
G
Church basement romances, yeah,
D
I've cried
Am G
Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums
D
Is the only love I've ever known
Am G
Except for the stage, which I also call home,
D
when I'm not
Am G D
Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triad
Am
Hello,
G D
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]
C D
I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown
Em C
Like a goddamn near sociopath
D
Shaking my ass is the only thing that's
Em C
Got this black narcissist off my back
She couldn't care less,
D
and I never cared more
G D/F# C
So there's no more to say about that
G D
Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to
have
C G D
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past
[Verse 3]
Am
There's a new revolution,
G D
a loud evolution that I saw
Am G D
Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've
known
Am G
A modern day woman with a weak constitution,
D
'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]
C D
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
Em C
24/7 Sylvia Plath
D
Writing in blood on your walls
Em C
'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad
They write that I'm happy,
D
they know that I'm not
G D/F# C
But at best, you can see I'm not sad
G D
But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
C G D
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
C G D
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
[Outro]
C G
But I have it
D
Yeah, I have it
C G
Yeah, I have it
D C
I have
[Verse 1] | Am | G | D | - | | Am | G | D | - | | Am | G | D | - | | Am | G | D | - | | Am | G | D | - | I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like All of these debutantes Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts But I'm not, baby, I'm not No, I'm not, that, I'm not [Chorus] | C - | D - | Em - | C - | | - - | D - | Em - | C - | | - - | D - | G D/F# | C - | | - - | G - | D - | - - | | C - | G - | D - | - - | I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown 24/7 Sylvia Plath Writing in blood on my walls 'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not But at best, I can say I'm not sad 'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have [Bridge] | Am | G | D | - | | Am | G | D | - | [Verse 2] | Am | G | D | - | | Am | G | D | - | | Am | G | D | - | | Am | G | D | - | | Am | G | D | - | | Am | G | D | - | I had 15year dances Church basement romances, yeah, I've cried Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums Is the only love I've ever known Except for the stage, which I also call home, when I'm not Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triad Hello, it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad Calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say, "Hi, Dad" [Chorus] | C - | D - | Em - | C - | | - - | D - | Em - | C - | | - - | D - | G D/F# | C - | | - - | G - | D - | - - | | C - | G - | D - | - - | I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown Like a goddamn near sociopath Shaking my ass is the only thing that's Got this black narcissist off my back She couldn't care less, and I never cared more So there's no more to say about that Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past [Verse 3] | Am | G | D | - | | Am | G | D | - | | Am | G | D | - | | Am | G | D | - | | Am | G | D | - | There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known A modern day woman with a weak constitution, 'cause I've got Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off [Chorus] | C - | D - | Em - | C - | | - - | D - | Em - | C - | | - - | D - | G D/F# | C - | | - - | G - | D - | - - | | C - | G - | D - | - - | | C - | G - | D - | - - | I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown 24/7 Sylvia Plath Writing in blood on your walls 'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad They write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not But at best, you can see I'm not sad But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have [Outro] | C | G | D | - | | C | G | D | - | | C | But I have it Yeah, I have it Yeah, I have it I have
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