Top it up, 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.
