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