She told about lovedrops and everyone
turned to her as if she’d farted in church.
So it goes with uncensored things:
They know them, they want them, they hide them.
Educated are they for mind-fucking indeed.
Anyway, she isn’t the only girl
who’s ever mooned someone and me,
I’m on the stair climbin’ up there
to more uncensored things makin’ you think.
The truth of the vulgar is mind-blowin’, you see.
Uncensored things, o yeah,
uncensored fruits from paradise are great.
Who do you think you are?
Don’t you see the sweetness of it all?
Right in the middle of the civilized dead,
at the end of the end, somewhere, nowhere
I spied another girl cheatin’ her dreams,
that’s what she does with her uncensored things.
If she could only smile instead of just grin.
She was drippin’ wet, an easy get,
wouldn’t run away no more,
took it the hard way, wanted to stay,
uncensored touch and glow gave her a go.
She was drippin’ wet, just like I said.
Uncensored tears and laughter of the stars.
Uncensored dreams, uncensored for us all.
Who do you think you are?
Don’t you see the beauty of it all?
She told about lovedrops and everyone
turned to her as if she’d farted in church.
So it goes with uncensored things:
She knows them, she wants them, she likes them.
Mind blowin’ lovemakin’ Irre-fuckin’-sponsible.
Uncensored tears and laughter of the stars.
Uncensored dreams, uncensored for us all.
Who do you think you are?
Don’t you see the beauty of it all?
Uncensored things, o yeah,
uncensored fruits from paradise and everywhere.
Who do you think you are?
Don’t you see the sweetness of it all?
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany