Champagne
By Don't build lies on ice cubes. •
The taste of Champagne drugs my mouth
It's going to my heart as my head clears
And I'm breathing Champagne into my lungs
As all my sobriety disappears
And the Champagne means my mind's a blur
While in the air my heart shall spin
Concentrated pressure builds in a bottle
I feel that same intensity within
So to take the bottle and pull the cork
I'll set some flutes aside for two
As I pour Champagne into your mouth
You're drinking the essence of you