Lyrics 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