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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