Lana Del Rey — hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have — but I have it

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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

 

I’ve been tearing around in my fucking nightgown

24/7, Sylvia Plath

Writing in blood on my 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

 

I had fifteen year dances

Church basement romances yeah I’ve got

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 serving 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»

 

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

 

There’s a new revolution

A loud evolution

That I saw

Born of confusion

And quiet collusion of which

Mostly I’ve known

A modern day woman

With a weak constitution

‘Cause I’ve got

Monsters still under my bed

That I could never fight off

A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off

 

I’ve been tearing around in my fucking nightgown

24/7, 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

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