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

[Primeira Parte]

    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                        D
Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts
  Am      G       D
But I'm not, baby I'm not
  Am     G        D
No, I'm not that, I'm not

[Refrão]

          C                    D                  Em                    C
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown, twenty-four seven, Sylvia Plath
C                       D                          Em                   C
Writing in blood on the walls 'cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad
      C                  D                            G        D/F#       C
Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not, but at best I can say I'm not sad
       C                   G                      D/F#
'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
C            G              D/F#
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

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[Segunda Parte]

    Am                      G                          D
I had fifteen-year dances, church basement romances, yeah I've cried
Am                        G                       D
Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums is the only love I've ever known
 Am                        G              D
Except for the stage which I also call home when I'm not
Am                  G                       D
Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triad
 Am                         G                   D
Hello, 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"

[Refrão]

          C                     D                         Em               C
I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown like a goddamn near sociopath
C                     D                          Em                    C
Shaking my ass is the only thing that's got this black narcissist off my back
  C                          D                          G         D/F#     C
She couldn't care less and I never cared more so there's no more to say about that
       C                   G                    D/F#
Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
C                   G                 D/F#
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past

[Terceira Parte]

      Am                  G                   D
There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw
Am                    G                   D
Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known
 Am                       G                     D
A modern day woman with a weak constitution '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

[Refrão]

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

C                   G                     D/F#
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
  C        G       D/F#
But I have it, yeah I have it
   C         G   D/F#    C
Yeah, I have it, I have