Vomit Of Your Soul

You want to be after me, want to kiss, want to touch me.
You want everything, anything,
want to love me, want to like me.
Your desires you want to get satisfied by me.
You want me to be sugar out of a cool drink.
Vomit, vomit – vomit of your soul.
Vomit, vomit – vomit of your soul.

The mysteries of sex leadin’ to your bedroom.
Voluptuous power is yours of mere expression.
Personalized, quirky contribution you want from me,
tongue motion, adrenalin, movements warm.
Chromosomal vomit – vomit for your soul.
Chromosomal vomit – vomit for your soul.

Datas of attraction are in your pants.
The movie’s script is written deep down in your genes.
Your neural programs induce romantic love detonations.
Success you want on evolution’s life explosion stage.
Vomit, vomit – vomit of your soul.
Vomit, vomit – vomit of your soul.

No baby step, no religion without truth.
Your honeymoon is serving libido and stemcell blood.
Primed for action you are by your brain.
Your arousals are there to drive them all insane.
Vomit, vomit – vomit of your soul.
Vomit, vomit – vomit of your soul.

You want to be after me, want to kiss, want to touch me.
you want everything, anything, want to love me, want to like me.
Your desires you want to get satisfied by me…

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany