pink champagne

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.