Machines Of Loving Grace Cicciolina
You said everything revolves around a certain principle You said everything depends upon our understanding of the political My Cicciolina everything is physical Oh Cicciolina everything's political You're the butterfly goddess Floating down streams of love jetting sperm fountains Everyone wants to consume you Cicciolina Why should I be any different? My Cicciolina everything is physical My Cicciolina you fill me with a boa constrictor love Love like a fire, love like a flame But you eliminate, yes you eliminate There she goes again floating down those lovely streams of love Those lovely streams of... My Cicciolina everything is physical It's all political