Champagne from a Paper Cup -
by Death Cab for Cutie
| I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now | |
| I'll keep my mouth kept shut under lock and key | |
| That's rusted firm, no lie | |
| Cause all these conversations wind | |
| On and on | |
| On and on | |
| On and on | |
| Drinking champagne from a paper cup | |
| Is never quite the same | |
| And every sip's moving through my eyes | |
| And up into my brain | |
| At half past two, about time to leave | |
| Cause the DJ's playing rhythm and blues | |
| Sad, sorry state, stutter step to those slammin' grooves | |
| As I'm waiting around for you | |
| Think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now | |
| I'll keep my mouth kept shut under lock and key | |
| That's rusted firm, no lie | |
| Cause all these conversations wind | |
| On and on | |
| On and on | |
| On and on |