Hope Is A Dangerous Thing For A Woman Like Me To Have taby ukulele według Lana Del Rey

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I was reading Slim Aarons and I 
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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

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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

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24/7 Sylvia Plath 

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Writing in blood on the walls 

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'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 

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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 

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Church basement romances, yeah, I've cried 

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Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums 

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Is the only love I've ever known 

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Except for the stage, which I also call home, when I'm n

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, D

Dad"



  
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I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown

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Like a goddamn near sociopath

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Shaking my ass is the only thing that's

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Got this black narcissist off my back

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She couldn't care less, and I never cared more

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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

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24/7 Sylvia Plath 

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Writing in blood on your walls 

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'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 

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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 

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Yeah, I have it 

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Yeah, I have it 

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I have