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Hope Is A Dangerous Thing For A Woman Like Me To Have

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