Cicciolina - 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’s jetting sperm fountains

Everyone wants to consume you, Cicciolina

Why should I be any different?

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

There she goes again floating down those lovely streams of

Those lovely streams of

My Cicciolina, everything is physical

It’s all political

My Cicciolina