Pink Champagne 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 at night will 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 And 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 "Well, 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 Kathleen Piano Jeremy Boettcher Bass Sean Carey Drums Phil Cook Piano, wurlitzer, rhodes, organ Afie Jurvanen Guitars John Roderick Backing vocals Gord Tough Guitars Justin Vernon Drums, national, acoustic guitar First performed live during 2010				Written by Kathleen Edwards John Roderick BMI NR 13662197 Comment "I fell in love with pink champagne, it's pretty good. The cheap stuff? Not so good. And I thought about all the times especially young women associate pink champagne with a special occasion. Because guys are just too big a dick to like actually fess up to actually want to drink pink champagne." [Live 2010/04/27] Availability Voyageur