Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
just for the attention,
'cause that's just ridiculous-ly odd.
Well, she sure is gonna get it.
Here's the setting:
Fashion magazines line the walls now.
The walls line the bullet holes.
(You're sure, you're sure you'd never have it)
(You're sure, you're sure, you're)
Have some composure,
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'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, break, break, break)
Have some composure,
where is your posture?
Oh, no, no!
You're pulling the trigger,
pulling the trigger,
All wrong. (x2)
Come on this is screaming "Photo op, op."
Come on this is screaming "Photo op, op." Come on,
come on.
This is screaming.
This is screaming.
This is screaming "Photo op."
Have some composure,
where is your posture?
(You're sure, you're sure you'd never have it)
You're pulling the trigger,
pulling the trigger.
(You're sure, you're 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.