Tayler

“Time To Dance” must be the best song by Panic! At The Disco. At first I wouldn’t listen to it because it sounded from the beginning but it is he best song on the c.d. A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out. My favorite part is when he says “When I say shotgun, you say wedding. Shotgun WEDDING shotgun WEDDING!” I also like when he says “Boys will be Boys” because that is so true! I L-O-V-E this song. They have a music video but I don’t like it. So I am putting up a video that is by someone. It is just pictures of them. Sorry. The video they made doesn’t sound like Panic! At The disco to me.
Love,
Tayler!

Here are the lyrics for “Time To Dance”-

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!
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
(Baby, give me a break! 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.” 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