Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have – but I have it
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I was reading Slim Aaronsand I got to thinking that I thoughtMaybe if I'd get less stressedif I was tested less likeAll of these debutantesSmiling for miles in pink dressesand high heels on white yachtsBut I'm not, baby, I'm notNo, I'm not that, I'm notI've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown24 7 Sylvia PlathWriting in blood on my walls'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepadDon't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm notBut at best I can say I'm not sad'Cause hope is a dangerous thingfor a woman like me to haveHope is a dangerous thingfor a woman like me to haveI had fifteen-year dancesChurch basement romances, yeah, I've gotSpilling my guts with the Bowery BumsIs the only love I've ever knownExcept for the stagewhich I also call home, when I'm notServin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triadHello, it's the most famous woman you know on the ipadCalling from beyond the graveI just wanna say, "Hi, Dad"I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gownLike a goddamn near sociopathShaking my ass is the only thing that'sGot this black narcissist off my backShe couldn't care lessAnd I never cared moreSo there's no more to say about thatExcept hope is a dangerous thingfor a woman like me to haveHope is a dangerous thingfor a woman with my pastThere's a new revolutionA loud evolution that I sawBorn of confusion and quiet collusionOf which mostly I've knownA modern day woman with a weak constitution'Cause I've gotMonsters still under my bedThat I could never fight offA gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights offI've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown24 7 Sylvia PlathWriting in blood on your walls'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my padThey write that I'm happy, they know that I'm notBut at best, you can see I'm not sadBut hope is a dangerous thingfor a woman like me to haveHope is a dangerous thingfor a woman like me to haveHope is a dangerous thingfor a woman like me to haveBut I have itYeah, I have itYeah, I have itI have
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Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have – but I have itLana Del Rey
I was reading Slim Aarons
and I got to thinking that I thought
Maybe if 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
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
I had fifteen-year dances
Church basement romances, yeah, I've got
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"
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
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
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
But I have it
Yeah, I have it
Yeah, I have it
I have
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