[Verso 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                        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 

( Am  G  D ) 
( Am  G  D ) 


[Verso 2]

    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 


[Verso 2]

      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