I Write Sins Not Tragedies
Oh, 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 beautif
"But It's Better If You Do"
Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret.
Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name
As she sheds her skin on stage
you've got your mother and your brother
every other undercover tellin' you what to say
you think i'm stoopin' but the truth is that it's cupid
baby lovin' you has made me this way
so before you point your finger get your hand o
