Pink Champagne - Kathleen Edwards

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

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.