I like lips and eyes and mouth and smooth soft skin. I got long fingers - gonna draw you in. So put on my moan and take off your clothes. Slide down slow beneath your belly I go.
Bueno (?) [???]. Just for you (?). . I'm saying all the things that I know you'll like. Making good conversation. I gotta handle you just right. You know what I mean.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8!!. Let it all out!!. Let it all out!!. . When the sunshine hits your eyes you'll find me there. And I'm not afraid of romance. . Although you've just arrived to crash my life.
This is a song I wrote by mistake. Which is nice. . My ex-girlfriend's boyfriend's got a band. He writes love songs about her, and from what I understand.
I'm a mutha fukka on a motorcycle. (She's a mutha fukka on a motorcycle). Oh, I'm a mutha fukka on a motorcycle. (She's a mutha fukka on a motorcycle).
She is a financier. Employed me for a year. I clean her office shine her chandelier. . I'm risking my career. I took us for a beer. I'm wondering where do we go from here.
I got the joint. I got the joint jumpin'. Oh baby, got my mojo pumpin'. . I got the joint. I got the joint jumpin'. Oh baby, got my mojo pumpin'. I got the joint.
Will God help us when South Africa burns?. We're vicious creatures and we're all taking turns. Will God help us when the insurrection rages. We've got a drug, we're burning pages of love.
Get off the streets and rise from the pressure. And burst out laughing, get off. Where the cops all wear leather-eyed amphetamine stares. Bleed kid, get off the street kid.
Mintee... is my good girl. (Mintee's going and I'm not). It doesn't do to walk.... It doesn't do to walk away, Mintee. . (Mintee's going and I'm not).
Divine the killing. Sublime terrorist, gentle gnasher. We are alone, we are wired together. Uptight in Terminal City. Fucked up in Terminal City. A Terminal City.
Tantric sex magic fills a hole in my soul. Tragic nymphonics got no place to go. I pull the soul trigger, jaw chainsaw, goddess or believer. (Roll in the grass with a green-eyed lolita).
...and I want him to grow up casual, like his dad (?). . You've got some men. [???] the ladies. But then...I'm not for that, right, I'm for the ladies.
You're turning, yeah I think you're really turning now. You're moving under the clouds in a Dior gown. You're moving, yeah I think you're really moving now.
This song is about the night I was watching a documentary about Aztecs, and realised that llamas can walk up steps without help. . She had really big ears.
I am city. I am the park. I am glow. In the mother fucking dark. . I am shocked and I seethe. I don't want to believe no more, no more. . No more. . Golgotha tenement, city of sores.
Take a line of silver, take a line of coke. Take a line of silver, take a line of coke. Take a line of silver, take a line of coke. Take a line of silver,.
I am city. I am the park. I am glow in the motherfucking dark. I am shocked and I seethe. I don't want to believe no more. No more. No more. Golgotha tenement.
You said everything revolves around a certain principle. You said everything depends upon our understanding of the political. My Cicciolina everything is physical.