Pink Champagne

Top it off, a white carnation

I borrow my mother's clutch

Thinking the grass could be greener at last

Now that I'm all grown up

But expectation and idle'll be the death of me

In a dress to kill and a glass to fill

I wasn't ready, but I didn't fight

Pink champagne tastes the same

I don't want to feel this way

Looking back, it was such a dumb idea

Five girls in the same colored dress

Book a honeymoon and find yourself thinking

"My life is a perfect mess"

'Cause when you're far from the phone

I start feeling at home where I am

Thinking the grass would be greener at last

If I were on my own

Pink champagne tastes the same

I don't want to feel this

I don't want to feel this way

Everybody's saying, "If I were you..."

'Cause now you're such a good judge

When it comes to love

And everybody's thinking they know me and you

Oh, I can be cruel

So can you

Pink champagne tastes the same

And I don't want to feel this

I don't want to feel this

I don't want to feel this way

Pink champagne tastes the same

I don't want to feel this

I don't want to feel this

I don't want to feel this way