Bottomless Mimosas

Tradin' looks and gossip over bottomless mimosas

Start of a brand new day

Friday night was wicked

So you medicate on rumors

And all you can drink is champagne

You might get low

But you never will run out

You might not know

But who's really got it all figured out?

The future's bright

In your favorite horoscope

You might get low

Tradin' looks and gossip over bottomless mimosas

You hear your voice start to fade

Wonder if there's meaning in the peaceful easy feeling

That takes all the blues away

Does workin' for the weekend

Really earn us any freedom?

Is that what the money's for?

Waiter wanders over

So you look up from your phone and

Ask for a little more

You might get low

But you never will run out

You might not know

But nobody's got it all figured out

The future's bright

In your favorite horoscope

You might get low

You might get low

Tradin' looks and gossip over bottomless mimosas

Start of a brand new day

Friday night was wicked

So you medicate on rumors

And all you can drink is champagne