PINK MATTER

[Verse: Eric North]

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

[Outro]

(Harmonization)