I Come.Com - Miss Kittin

This is a new wildlife form speaking through a wireless microphone

I am titanium babe addicted child of your wireless internet

I am a creation of your musical progress of technology

The ancient net-world is gone.

You say it’s gone.

Shit

Fingertips sticked on the keys I engage a new virtual touch of sensuality

Blue eyes on the digital screen I experiment a top secret optical system of

visual excitement

On my walls, projection of subliminal messages to increase

A new era of female interactive intuition

And life is a data gas I breathe wireless

You are the creator of my inner life network soundtrack