Jumbalya

Whatcha cooking, whatcha cooking up now
In your cauldron? It smells so good!
A magic potion, I’m under your spell
I know that I shouldn’t, but maybe I could
Maybe it’s the jambalaya talking
It’s jumbling up my ideas
We’re in the jungle where the liars thrive
And never tell you what’s in their soup
She said, «The recipe will stay hid
Or else I’ll have to kill you.»
The young flower is starved by the weed
Nature’s made up of acts of greed
The crow flies in and starts to feed
And never more were those little seeds
I’m a late bloomer, baby
And all of this is overdue
You’re really sucking the life out of me
I’m gonna branch out and leave you
In the beginning, your grass seemed greener
Because it grew so tall
But you were hiding all these skeletons in your lawn
My dog, we dug up ‘em all
And I’ve looked inside your crystal ball—
I see what you really do
I see what you really do (I see what you really do)
I see what you really do (I see what you really do)
I see what you really do (I see what you really do)
I see what you really do (I see what you really do)
I see what you really do