That girl is champagne in a paper cup.
It’s too bad he can’t see through the cup,
Or he just might have wanted to take a taste.
He was cheap beer in a wine glass,
But all she saw when she looked at him
Was chardonnay.
And there stands the best friend
Uselessly by the punch bowl,
A lonely glass of water wishing
But never reaching the edge of desire.
The paper cup is transparent to him.
It’s too bad he can’t see through the cup,
Or he just might have wanted to take a taste.
He was cheap beer in a wine glass,
But all she saw when she looked at him
Was chardonnay.
And there stands the best friend
Uselessly by the punch bowl,
A lonely glass of water wishing
But never reaching the edge of desire.
The paper cup is transparent to him.



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