Text: 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