The lights are on, but you're not home. Your mind, is not your own. Your heart sweats, your body shakes. Another kiss is what it takes. You can't sleep, you can't eat.
Produce. we've been asked to participate. in a Ma-donna rocker that can reactivate. we're ciccone youth from new york city. get the pizza connection cos it's a tuff titty.
Go burn me up 'cause I'm on fire. And I can't reach my desire. Do you know that I'm burnin' up for your lovin'. You ain't convinced that that is nothing.
Going back to these origins. The city is a natural scape. order in the details. Confusion uproar in the whole. In nature reality is selection. the tool of critical intervention.
Good evening and hi everybody. Welcome to Ciccone Youth, The Whitey Album. We put together some neat mixes. We hope you like it as much as we do.