よみ：ぜあーず あ ぐっど りーずん じーず てーぶるず あー なんばーど はにー,ゆー じゃすと はぶんと そーと おぶ いっと いぇっと
THERE'S A GOOD REASON THESE TABLES ARE NUMBERED HONEY,YOU JUST HAVEN'T THOUGHT OF IT YET 歌詞
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Panic! At The Disco
- 2005.9.27 リリース
- 作詞
- ROSS GEORGE RYAN , SMITH SPENCER JAMES , URIE BRENDON BOYD
- 作曲
- ROSS GEORGE RYAN , SMITH SPENCER JAMES , URIE BRENDON BOYD
友情
感動
恋愛
元気
結果
- 文字サイズ
- ふりがな
- ダークモード
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
And from that moment, you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and choreographed. Because.
When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes...
Everything goes according to plan.
I am the new cancer, never looked better and you. can't. stand. it.
I know because you say so under your breath.
Reading lips asking "When did he get at all confident?"
Next is a trip to the ladies room in vain.
No, you just can't keep up with these fashionistas.
Tonight you are the whispering campaign.
To them, your name is "Cheap", and you look like shit.
Talk to the mirror, choke back tears. And keep telling yourself,
"I'm a diva I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box at your table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.
(don't you hate this feeling?)
I know I know, It just doesn't feel like a night out
with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious,
so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
And from that moment, you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and choreographed. Because.
When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes...
Everything goes according to plan.
I am the new cancer, never looked better and you. can't. stand. it.
I know because you say so under your breath.
Reading lips asking "When did he get at all confident?"
Next is a trip to the ladies room in vain.
No, you just can't keep up with these fashionistas.
Tonight you are the whispering campaign.
To them, your name is "Cheap", and you look like shit.
Talk to the mirror, choke back tears. And keep telling yourself,
"I'm a diva I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box at your table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.
(don't you hate this feeling?)
I know I know, It just doesn't feel like a night out
with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious,
so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
