But It’s Better If You Do - Panic! at the Disco

Panic! at the Disco - A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out - But It’s Better If You Do

01.	Introduction
02.	The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage
03.	London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines
04.	Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks
05.	Camisado
06.	Time to Dance
07.	Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off
08.	Intermission
09.	But It’s Better If You Do
10.	I Write Sins Not Tragedies
11.	I Constantly Thank God for Esteban
12.	There’s a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought of It Yet
13.	Build God, Then We’ll Talk

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
I'm seated and sweating to
A dance song on the club's P.A.

The strip joint veteran sits two away
Smirking between
Dignified sips of his dignified
Peach and lime daiquiri
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love and a lap dance

And paying in naivety
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know

Praying for love and a lap dance
And paying in naivety
Oh, oh well I'm afraid that I

Well I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead
D-dead, d-dead, d-dead in this place
Well I'm afraid that I
Well I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
Isn't this exactly where you'd like me?

I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love and a lap dance
And paying in naivety

Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love and a lap dance
And paying in naivety

One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two, three

Well I'm afraid that I
Well I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead
D-dead, d-dead, d-dead in this place
Well I'm afraid that I
Well that's right, well I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place

Isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love and a lap dance
And paying in naivety
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love and a lap dance
And paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety, oh