A fever you can't sweat out Panic! At The Disco

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Well, she´s not bleeding on the ballroom floorJust for the attention.Cause that´s just ridiculously on.Well, she sure is going to get itHere´s the settingFashion magazines line the walls nowThe walls line the bullet holesHave some composureWhere is your posture?Oh, no, noYou´re pulling the triggerPulling the triggerAll wrong[x2]Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attentionGive 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 roleBut she´ll play it and make it sincereSo you cry, you cry(Give me a break)But they believe it from the tearsAnd the teeth right down to the bloodAt her feetBoys will be boysHiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams(Give me a break)Have some composureWhere is your posture?Oh, no, noYou´re pulling the triggerPulling the triggerAll wrong[x2]Come on this is screaming "Photo op." op...Come onCome onThis is screamingThis is screamingThis is screaming "Photo op."Boys will be boys, babyBoys will be boysBoys will be boys, babyBoys will be boysGive me envy, give me malice, give me your attentionGive me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding""Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding"Boys will be boysHiding in estrogen and boys will be boysBoys will be boysHiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams


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