Trauma Cat - You're Not a Witch, You're 23 Lyrics

Fistful of sandalwood incense
Hair done up in a bun
Run through with a chopstick or two
Fine young yogini from uni
Answers first to Megumi
But born Megan Anna Rose Smith-McHugh
She'll pull out her guitar and she'll sing
She'll be half a step flat with her bra strap askew in a sling
When she lays out the cards
From which she'll gather information as so cosigned by the stars
She'll zap you with her LED ring light
Then ask you if you'd mind if she went on IG Live
Your session costs a good 50 big ones
But that's a pretty good deal if you consider she's real
Here comes the spell
Here comes the curse
She's putting hexes on your exes all while rifling through her purse
You wanna tell her
Just as you leave
"While this is quite the enterprise, you're not a witch, girl, you're just 23"
You're not a witch, you're 23
You're not a witch, you're 23
She may not be a witch
But she is most likely rich
At least by proxy
Her sense of magic is a fad
But she's the best you've ever had
So here's to that
You wanna tell her
Just as you leave
"While this is quite the enterprise, you're not a witch, girl, you're just 23"
You're not a witch, you're 23
You're not a witch, you're 23
You're not a witch, you're 23
You're not a witch, you're 23