Time To Dance – Panic! At The Disco

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.