Lyrics It's Time To Dance

Well she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor just for the attention.
'Cause that's just ridiculously on.
Well she sure is going to get it
Here's the setting: fashion magazines line the walls
Now the walls line the bullet holes

You sure, you sure you let her have it.
You sure you sure did..

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 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.
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.

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. your pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger all wrong. you sure you sure did.)

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!

Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen
And boys will be boys
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and wearing aubergine dreams.