Boys Will Be Boys (Its time to dance) (Single Version)
[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
You sure, you sure you let her have it
You sure, you sure you...

[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
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"
[Verse 2]
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, break, break, break)

[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
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)

[Interlude]
Have some composure, where is your posture?
You sure, you sure you let her have it
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger
You sure, you sure

[Outro]
Well, 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