Time to Dance Panic! at the Disco

[Verse 1]
Well, she's not bleeding
On the ballroom floor just for the attention
'Cause that's just ridiculous...ly on
Well, she sure is gonna get it
Here's the setting: fashion magazines line the walls
Now, the walls line the bullet holes

[Chorus]
Have some composure, and where is your posture? (Oh, no, no!)
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger (All wrong)
Have some composure, and where is your posture? (Oh, no, no!)
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger (All wrong)

[Post-Chorus]
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!

[Verse 2]
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)