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Time To Dance~
Panic At The Disco

Well she's not on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention
Because that's just ridiculous-ly odd
Well she's sure gonna get it
Here's the setting: Fashion magazines on the walls now
The walls line the bulletholes

Have some composure!
Where is your posture?
Oh, no, no!
Your pulling the trigger,
Pulling the trigger all wrong

Have some composure!
Where is your posture?
Oh, no, no!
Your pulling the trigger,
Pulling the trigger all wrong

Give me envy
Give me malice
Give me attention!
Give me envy
Give me malice
Baby, give me a break!

When I say "Shotgun" you say "Wedding"
"Shotgun", "Wedding"
"Shotgun", "Wedding"

Well 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
Boy will be boys,
hiding in estrogen, and wearing aubergine dreams
(Give me a break! Break! Break! Break!)

Have some composure!
Where is your posture?
Oh, no, no!
Your pulling the trigger,
Pulling the trigger all wrong

Have some composure!
Where is your posture?
Oh, no, no!
Your pulling the trigger,
Pulling the trigger all wrong

*Come on this is screaming "Photo op." op...
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.

~Chimi heart