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

Oh, but 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

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

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
That I may have faked it and
I wouldn't be caught dead in this place

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

Praying for love and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety, oh

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Writer(s): Brendon Urie, George Ross, Spencer Smith