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Well she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor,
Just for the attention,
Come on, that's just ridiculously wrong
But she sure is gonna 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,
[Chorus:]
Have some composure,
And where is your posture?
Oh no no,
You're pulling the trigger,
Pulling the trigger all wrong,
[x2]
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
But she
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)
[Chorus x2]
Come on this is screaming photo op, op,
(It's time to dance)
Come on this is screaming photo op, op,
(It's time to dance)
Come on, come on,
This is screaming,
This is screaming,
This is screaming photo op,
(It's time to dance)
Have some composure,
And where is your posture?
(You sure, you sure let her have it)
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger,
(You sure, you sure,)
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.
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