Machines Of Loving Grace - Cicciolina lyrics

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