Paul Virilio
"I'm nervous/Nervous as the birds and bees
Nervous nervous/As a girl can be
And it doesn't make sense
It's a pleasure attack
It's too intense it makes no sense/And that is why I'm with you
You've got my river running wild/There's honey on my finger
Nervous when you turn me upside down
Nervous when you watch me move around
Nervous nervous nervous nervous" Nicolette
