Top it off, 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