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
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.) *(echo, fade)*
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.
