🎶 Hope Is A Dangerous Thing For A Woman Like Me To Have - But I Have It

Tone [D#]
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Verse 1
I was [Bb]reading Slim Aarons and [Db]I got to thinking that [Cb]I thought
[Bb]Maybe I'd get less stressed [Db]if I was tested less [Cb]like all of these debutantes
[Bb]Smiling for miles in pink [Db]dresses and high heels on [Cb]white yachts
But [Bb]I'm not, [Db]baby, [Cb]I'm not
No, [Bb]I'm not, [Db]that, [Cb]I'm not

Chorus 1
I've [A#]been tearing around in my [Cb]fucking nightgown
Twenty-[D#]four seven Sylvia [A#]Plath
[A#]Writing in blood on my [Cb]walls
'Cause the ink in my [D#]pen don't work in my note[A#]pad
Don't [A#]ask if I'm happy, you [Cb]know that I'm not
But at [Db]best, I can [D/F#]say I'm not [A#]sad
'Cause [A#]hope is a dangerous [Db]thing for a woman like [D/F#]me to have
[A#]Hope is a dangerous [Db]thing for a woman like [D/F#]me to have

[Bb] [Db] [Cb]
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Verse 2
I had [Bb]15-year dances, church [Db]basement romances, yeah, [Cb]I've cried
[Bb]Spilling my guts with the [Db]Bowery Bums is the [Cb]only love I've ever known
[Bb]Except for the stage, which I [Db]also call home, when [Cb]I'm not
[Bb]Servin' up God in a [Db]burnt coffee pot for the [Cb]triad
[Bb]Hello, it's the most famous [Db]woman you know on the [Cb]iPad
[Bb]Calling from beyond the [Db]grave, I just wanna say, [Cb]"Hi, Dad"

Chorus 2
I've been [A#]tearing up town in my [Cb]fucking white gown
Like a [D#]goddamn near socio[A#]path
[A#]Shaking my ass is the [Cb]only thing that's
Got this [D#]black narcissist off my [A#]back
She [A#]couldn't care less, and I [Cb]never cared more
So there's [Db]no more to [D/F#]say about [A#] that
Except [A#]hope is a dangerous [Db]thing for a woman like [D/F#]me to have
[A#]Hope is a dangerous [Db]thing for a woman with [D/F#]my past

Verse 3
There's a [Bb]new revolution, a [Db]loud evolution that [Cb]I saw
[Bb]Born of confusion and [Db]quiet collusion of [Cb]which mostly I've known
A [Bb]modern day woman with a [Db]weak constitution, 'cause [Cb]I've got
[Bb]Monsters still under my [Db]bed that I could never [Cb]fight off
A [Bb]gatekeeper carelessly [Db]dropping the keys on my [Cb]nights off

Chorus 3
I've been [A#]tearing around in my [Cb]fucking nightgown
Twenty- [D#]four seven Sylvia [A#] Plath
[A#]Writing in blood on your [Cb]walls
'Cause the ink in my [D#]pen don't look good in my [A#]pad
They [A#]write that I'm happy, they [Cb]know that I'm not
But at [Db]best, you can [D/F#]see I'm not [A#]sad
But [A#]hope is a dangerous [Db]thing for a woman like [D/F#]me to have
[A#]Hope is a dangerous [Db]thing for a woman like [D/F#]me to have

Outro
[A#]Hope is a dangerous [Db]thing for a woman like [D/F#]me to have
But [A#]I have [Db]it, yeah, [D/F#]I have it
Yeah, [A#]I have [Db]it, [D/F#]I have [A#]⠀