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, and where is your posture? Oh, no, no
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger all wrong
Have some composure, and 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)
Have some composure, and where is your posture? Oh, no, no
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger all wrong
Have some composure, and 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
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