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 lined with bullet holes...
(You sure, you sure you let her have it? You sure, you sure?)
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
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
(Baby, 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
(Baby, give me a break...break...break...break)
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
Come on this is screaming photo op...op...
(time to dance)
Come on this is screaming photo op...op...
(time to dance)
Come on, come on
This is screaming
This is screaming
This is screaming photo op
(time to dance)
Have some composure
And where is your posture?
(You sure, you sure you let her have it?)
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger
(you sure you sure?)
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