| Top it up, a white carnation.
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| I borrow my mother’s clutch,
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| Thinking the grass could be greener, at last,
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| Now that I’m all grown up.
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| But expectation and idle’ll be the death of me.
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| In a dress to kill and a glass to fill
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| I wasn’t ready but I didn’t fight.
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| Pink champagne tastes the same.
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| I don’t want to feel this way.
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| Looking back, it was such a dumb idea,
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| Five girls in the same-colored dress.
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| Book a honeymoon and find yourself thinking,
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| My life is a perfect mess.
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| Cause when you’re far from the
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| I start feeling at home where I am Thinking the grass would be greener, at last,
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| If I were on my own.
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| Pink champagne tastes the same.
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| I don’t want to feel this,
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| I don’t want to feel this way.
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| Everybody’s saying, if I were you
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| Cause now you’re such a good judge
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| When it comes to love.
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| And everybody’s thinking they know me and you.
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| Oh, I can be cruel.
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| So can you.
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| Pink champagne tastes the same…
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| And I don’t want to feel this,
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| I don’t want to feel this,
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| I don’t want to feel this way.
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| Pink champagne tastes the same…
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| I don’t want to feel this,
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| I don’t want to feel this,
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| I don’t want to feel this way. |