From the album the perfect release, 1979, fantasy aborts reality, yeah!
Lyrics:
Voglio una perla da cultivare I don’t need to take valium or opium to know how it feels to leave you. I don’t need no cocaine highs or Spanish flies to need you. No DMT, DMC, LSD, to blow my mind. Heroine, mescaline or metadream to loose the time. Anyway, drugs tends to diminish my body and it seems so faraway in my mind to me. And if my hilariant form to yours, is a door to each our concentric souls to meet, I don’t wanna miss it. I WANT MY FEMININE BODY: CORPOREAL MIND: MATERIAL SOUL sympathize in a very finely atemptive in the other side of paradise. And I don’t need no blind thoughts, wipes, boots or rubber suits, school girl uniforms to turn you on. Anyway fantasies are only boy’s reality, forcing one to live within a distortion. Pure skin, soul to soul, belly touching, strait is great ‘cause I don’t need the pain or the hate to feel intensively. And I don’t need to be dominated, degraded or flagellated, and I don’t need to be extorted, exalted or supported, complicated, contemplated, tolerated or liberated. BUT I DO NEED TO BE PENETRATED, ELEVATED AND APPRECIATED. And I need to embrace my inescapable femininess, like all the animals naturally embrace. Totally succumb to eroticness of the intuitive risk – life’s hopeful between the guys and all different falls, falls in the base of uncontrolled cries!
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