介绍： 音频为实体唱片版。

*原曲收录于 2019 年发行专辑《Norman Fucking Rockwell!》。

*伴奏、现场已收录于播客。

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...

介绍： 音频为实体唱片版。

*原曲收录于 2019 年发行专辑《Norman Fucking Rockwell!》。

*伴奏、现场已收录于播客。

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 15-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

’Cause I had you in- in my head. Are you real? Are you real? Yeah? Is there any chance that I’m just gonna wake up on the floor and the song won’t exist? I’ll be very sad. If I wake up, and you don’t exist, and the song doesn’t exist... yeah, I hope you’re real.