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Drinking Champagne

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 30.08.2012

I'm drinking champagne, feelin' no pain till early mornin'.
Dinin' and dancin' with every pretty girl I can find.
I'm having a fling with a pretty young thing till early mornin'.
Knowin' tomorrow I'll wake up with you on my mind.

[Chorus:]
Guilty conscience I guess, though I must confess
I never loved you much when you were mine.
So I'll keep drinking champagne feelin' no pain till early mornin'.
Dinin' and dancin' with every pretty girl I can find.
Havin' a fling with a pretty young thing till early mornin'.
Knowin' tomorrow I'll wake up with you on my mind.

[Chorus:]
Guilty conscience I guess, though I must confess
I never loved you much when you were mine.
So I'll keep drinking champagne feelin' no pain till early mornin'.
Dinin' and dancin' with every pretty girl I can find.
I'll keep havin' a fling with a pretty young thing till early mornin'.
Knowin' tomorrow I'll wake up with you on my mind


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