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, oh Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you My God, she's giving me pleasure
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, oh
Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you
My God, she's giving me pleasure