Time to Dance

Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor Just for the attention, 'cause that's just ridiculously odd Well, she sure is gonna get it Here's the setting Fashion magazines, line the walls now The walls line, the bullet holes Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh, no, no You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger, all wrong Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh, no, no You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger, all wrong Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break When I say, "Shotgun," you say, "Wedding" Shotgun, wedding, shotgun, wedding She didn't choose this role But she'll play it and make it sincere So, you cry, you cry Give me a break But they believe it from the tears And the teeth right down to the blood at her feet Boys will be boys Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine Dreams Give me a break, break, break Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh, no, no You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger, all wrong Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh, no, no You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger, all wrong Come on, this is screaming, "Photo op, op!" Come on, come on This is screaming This is screaming This is screaming, "Photo op!" Boys will be boys, baby Boys will be boys Boys will be boys, baby Boys will be boys Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break When I say, "Shotgun," you say, "Wedding" Shotgun, wedding, shotgun, wedding Boys will be boys Hiding in estrogen and boys will be boys Boys will be boys Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine Dreams