Lyrics Machines of Loving Grace

Machines of Loving Grace

Cicciolina

You said everything revolves around a certain principal

You said everything depends upon our understanding of the political

My Cicciolina everything is physical

My 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?

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