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, oh, oh, ohh 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, oh, oh, oh, oh Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you My God, giving me pleasure Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure Pleasure over matter
Hey, hey Since you been gone, I been having withdrawals You were such a habit to call I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, "Naw She better with some fella with a regular job" I didn't wanna get her involved By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe Hopped into my car; drove far Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp Butter knife, what a life, anyway I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway? She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin If models are made for modelin' Thick girls are made for cuddlin' Switch worlds and we can huddle then Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands Grey matter
Blue used to be my favorite color Now I ain't got no choice Blue matter You're good at being bad, you're bad at being good For heaven's sakes, go to hell, nah, knock on wood, hey You're good at being bad (You're bad at being good) For heaven's sakes, go to hell For heaven's sakes, go to hell Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood Well, frankly, when that ocean so mu'****ing good Make her swab the mu'****ing wood Make her walk the mu'****ing plank Make her rob a mu'****ing bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver
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