Lana Del Rey - Hope Is A Dangerous Thing For A Woman Like Me To Have - But I Have It Chords
I was [Am]reading Slim Aarons and [G]I got to thinking that [D]I thought [Am]Maybe I’d get less stressed [G]if I was tested less [D]like all of these debutantes [Am]Smiling for miles in pink [G]dresses and high heels on [D]white yachts But [Am]I’m not, [G]baby, [D]I’m not No, [Am]I’m not, [G]that, [D]I’m not
I’ve [C]been tearing around in my [D]fucking nightgown Twenty-[Em]four seven Sylvia [C]Plath [C]Writing in blood on my [D]walls ‘Cause the ink in my [Em]pen don’t work in my note[C]pad Don’t [C]ask if I’m happy, you [D]know that I’m not But at [G]best, I can [D]say I’m not [C]sad ‘Cause [C]hope is a dangerous [G]thing for a woman like [D]me to have [C]Hope is a dangerous [G]thing for a woman like [D]me to have
[Am] [G] [D] [Am] [G] [D] I had [Am]15-year dances, church [G]basement romances, yeah, [D]I’ve cried [Am]Spilling my guts with the [G]Bowery Bums is the [D]only love I’ve ever known [Am]Except for the stage, which I [G]also call home, when [D]I’m not [Am]Serving up God in a [G]burnt coffee pot for the [D]triad [Am]Hello, it’s the most famous [G]woman you know on the [D]iPad [Am]Calling from beyond the [G]grave, I just wanna say, [D]”Hi, Dad”
I’ve been [C]tearing up town in my [D]fucking white gown Like a [Em]goddamn near socio[C]path [C]Shaking my ass is the [D]only thing that’s Got this [Em]black narcissist off my [C]back She [C]couldn’t care less, and I [D]never cared more So there’s [G]no more to [D]say about [C]that Except [C]hope is a dangerous [G]thing for a woman like [D]me to have [C]Hope is a dangerous [G]thing for a woman with [D]my past
There’s a [Am]new revolution, a [G]loud evolution that [D]I saw [Am]Born of confusion and [G]quiet collusion of [D]which mostly I’ve known A [Am]modern day woman with a [G]weak constitution, ’cause [D]I’ve got [Am]Monsters still under my [G]bed that I could never [D]fight off A [Am]gatekeeper carelessly [G]dropping the keys on my [D]nights off
I’ve been [C]tearing around in my [D]fucking nightgown Twenty- [Em]four seven Sylvia [C]Plath [C]Writing in blood on your [D]walls ‘Cause the ink in my [Em]pen don’t look good in my [C]pad They [C]write that I’m happy, they [D]know that I’m not But at [G]best, you can [D]see I’m not [C]sad But [C]hope is a dangerous [G]thing for a woman like [D]me to have [C]Hope is a dangerous [G]thing for a woman like [D]me to have
[C]Hope is a dangerous [G]thing for a woman like [D]me to have But [C]I have [G]it, yeah, [D]I have it Yeah, [C]I have [G]it, [D]I have [C]