Machines Of Loving Grace: "Cicciolina" Lyrics

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