Cicciolina — текст песни (machines of loving grace)

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