It's Time To Dance Lyrics

Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor Just for the attention 'Cause that's just ridiculously on
Well, she sure is gonna get it, here's the setting Fashion magazines line the walls now The walls lined with bullet holes
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 (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)
Have some composure And where is your posture? Oh, no, no You're pulling the trigger And pulling the trigger all wrong
Have some composure And where is your posture? Oh, no, no You're pulling the trigger And pulling the trigger all wrong
Come on, this is screaming photo Come on, come on This is screaming, this is screaming This is screaming photo
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