Time To Dance Songtext / Lyric

Well she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention.
Cause that's just ridiculous.
But she sure is gonna get it.

Here's the setting,
Fashion magazines line the walls now.
The walls line the bullet holes.
Yea, you sure let her have it.

[Chorus:]
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 mallice.
Give me your attention.
Give me envy.
Give me mallice.
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,
(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,
Where is your posture?
Yea, you sure let her have it.
You're pulling the trigger,
Pulling the trigger.)

Give me envy,
Give me mallice,
Give me attention,
Give me envy,
Give me mallice,
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.