Verse: Dm Em What do you think my brain is made for Am Is it just a container for the mind Dm Em Am This great grey matter Dm Em Sensei replied what is your woman Am Is she just a container for the child Dm Em That soft pink matter Am Cotton candy Majin Buu Dm Em Am Close my eyes and fall into you Dm Em Am My god shes giving me pleasure Dm Em What if the sky and the stars are for show Am And the aliens are watching live Dm Em Am From the purple matter Dm Em Sensei went quiet then violent Am And we sparred until we both grew tired Dm Em Nothing mattered Am Cotton candy Majin Buu Dm Em Am Dim the lights and fall into you Dm My god giving me pleasure Em Am Pleasure pleasure pleasure Dm Em Am Pleasure over matter -SAME CHORD PATTERN Dm Em Am- Verse: Since you been gone I been having withdrawals You were such a habit to call I aint myself at all had to tell myself naw Shes better with some fella with a regular job I didnt wanna get her involved By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe Hopped into my car drove far Fars too close and I remember My memories no sharp Butter knife, what a life, anyway Im building yall 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 modeling Thick girls are made for cuddlin Switch worlds and we can huddle then Who needs another friend I need to hold your hand Youd 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 Youre good at being bad Youre bad at being good For heavens sakes go to hell Nah knock on wood Youre good at being bad Youre bad at being good For heavens sakes go to hell Knock knock knock knock on wood Well frankly when that ocean so motherxxxxing good Make her swab the motherxxxxing wood Make her walk the motherxxxxing plank Make her rob a motherxxxxing bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver
