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 bu*terfly goddess floating down
Streams of love's jetting s**m 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