Lyrics
Domestic bliss (bliss), in my home The oven’s warmth, meets green surprise A scent that’s sharp, it starts to rise Now my house smells like broccoli skies (sky high) [Verse] Why did I do it again? I know what happens in the end It's the same exact thing every time (time) So I don't know why I'm always surprised Culinary risk (risk), oh, what a game Turning greens to gas, I suppose it's my fame Windows open wide, trying to clear my name But still, my house reeks just the same (just the same) [Pre-Chorus] I tell myself it's healthy, what I've done Laughing to myself, but the smell has won Should've roasted some rosemary and thyme (thyme) Maybe then the air would taste sublime (sublime) But no, I went for broccoli, in its prime (prime) Now I'm living in the aftermath, victim of the crime (oh, the crime) [Chorus] The greens turned traitor in my solitary space A funky fragrance, I just can't erase This veggie treason (oh, treason) In my innocent abode My culinary choices, on my comfort they've imposed My dwelling's sense of freshness has indefinitely closed (closed) [Verse] I swear it was for health, not for torture I chose (I chose) But now I'm navigating through this aromatic ghost (so gross)
