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| There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Though by Panic! At The Disco
Please, leave all over coats, 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…
[Repeat x2]
Because, when you’re in black slacks with accentuating, off-white pin-stripes…
Everything goes according to plan.
I am the new cancer, never looked better. You can’t stand it.
I know because you say so under your breath.
You’re reading lips, “When did he get all confident?”
Haven’t you heard that I’m the new cancer? Never looked better.
And you can’t stand it.
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 that to them you look like shit.
Talk to the mirror, choke back tears, and keep telling yourself,
“I’m a diva”
Oh, and the smokes in that cigarette box on table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerine.
I am the new cancer, never looked better. You can’t stand it.
I know because you say so under your breath.
You’re reading lips, “When did he get all confident?”
Haven’t you heard that I’m the new cancer? Never looked better.
And you can’t stand it.
Haven’t you heard that I’m the new cancer? I’ve never looked better.
And you can’t stand it.
[Repeat x2]
And I know, and 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.
[Repeat x3]
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