Verse 1:
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 1:
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown,
twenty-four seven, Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on the 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
Verse 2:
I had fifteen-year 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 2:
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:
There's a new revolution,
a loud evolution that I saw
Born of confusion and quiet
collusion of which mostly I've known
modern day woman with a weak
constitution 'cause I've got
Monsters still under my bed
that I could never fight off
А gatekeeper carelessly dropping
the keys on my nights off
Chorus 3:
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown,
twenty-four seven, 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
Outro:
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