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'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