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