Lana Del Rey

Hope Is A Dangerous Thing For A Woman Like Me To Have(Chords)

Lana Del Rey

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Verse 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
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 )

Verse 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'
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

Verse 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
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

Written by Jack Antonoff/Lana Del Rey

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