Lyrics
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention, 'cause that's just ridiculously odd
Well, she sure is gonna get it
Here's the setting
Fashion magazines, line the walls now
The walls line, the bullet holes
Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh, no, no
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger, all wrong
Have some composure, 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, break, break
Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh, no, no
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger, all wrong
Have some composure, 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!"
Come on, come on
This is screaming
This is screaming
This is screaming, "Photo op!"
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
