Dedicate song lyrics It's Time To Dance by Panic At The Disco

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

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!

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.
(Give me a break, break, break.)

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
(it's time to dance)
Come on, this is screaming photo op
(it's time to dance)
Come on, come on, this is screaming, this is screaming, this is screaming photo op

Have some composure,
where is your posture?
Oh no no!
You're pulling the trigger
You're pulling the trigger
Boys will be boys baby

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!
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com
Boys will be boys hiding in estrogen and
Boys will be boys
Boys will be boys,
Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams.