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