| I was reading Slim Aarons
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| And I got to thinking that I thought
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| Maybe I'd get less stressed, if I was tested less like
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| All of these debutantes
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| Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels
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| On white yachts
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| But I'm not
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| Baby I'm not
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| No, I'm not
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| 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 my 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
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| You know that I'm not but at best I can say
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| I'm not sad
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| 'Cause hope is a dangerous thing
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| For a woman like me to have
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| Hope is a dangerous thing
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| 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 got
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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
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| When I'm not serving up God in a burnt coffee pot
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| 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
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| "Hi 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
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| 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
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| For a woman like me to have
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| Hope is a dangerous thing
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| For a woman with my past
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| There's a new revolution
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| A loud evolution
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| That I saw
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| Born of confusion
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| And quiet collusion of which
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| Mostly I've known
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| A modern day woman
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| With a weak constitution
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| 'Cause I've got
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| Monsters still under my bed
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| 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
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| 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
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| For a woman like me to have
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| Hope is a dangerous thing
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| For a woman like me to have
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| Hope is a dangerous thing
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| 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 |