Champagne

Hey love
These days are like champagne
Unexciting in every way
And I’ll spend 81 years
Trying to win, trying to not give in
But love
That’s champagne
Oh, these
These are our good times
And they’re free, they’re free to be ours
Life’s both sweet and sour
Life’s both sweet and sour
Our finest days
Our finest hours
Play it for me, guitarist
Hey love
These days are like champagne
Without, without
Without even best wishes
Never even best wishes
But love
That’s champagne