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• Panic at the Disco

Well imagine,

As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,

And I can't help but to hear,

No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:

"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding," says a bridesmaid to the waiter,

"And, yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."

I chime in with a,

"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the Goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things

With a sense of poise and rationality.

I chime in,

"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the Goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things

With a sense of...

Oh, Well in fact,

Well I'll look at this way,

I mean technically our marriage is saved,

Well this calls for,

A toast so,

Pour the champagne.

Oh! Well in fact,

Well I'll look at it this way,

I mean technically our marriage is saved,

Well this calls for a toast,

So pour the champagne, pour the champagne!

I chime in with a,

"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the Goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things

With a sense of poise and rationality.

I chime in,

"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the Goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things

With a sense of

Poise and Rationality!

I chime in,

"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the Goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things

With a sense of poise and rationality.

I chime in,

"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the Goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things

With a sense of

Poise and Rationality! Again...