[And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me]
What do you think my brain is made for?
Is it just a container for the mind?
This great, grey matter
Sensei replied, "What is your woman?
Is she just a container for the child?"
That soft, pink matter
Cotton candy, Majin Buu
Close my eyes and fall into you
[you]
[you]
My God, she's giving me pleasure
What if the sky and the stars are for show?
And the aliens are watching live
From the purple matter?
Sensei went quiet, then violent
And we sparred until we both grew tired
Nothing mattered
Cotton candy, Majin Buu
Dim the lights and fall into you
[you]
[you]
[you]
[you]
My God, giving me pleasure
[pleasure]
[pleasure]
[pleasure]
[pleasure]
[pleasure]
Blue matter