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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,