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Miss Kittin

This is a new wildlife form speaking through a wireless microphone
I am titanium babe addicted child of your wireless internet. 

I am a creation of your musical progress of technology.
The ancient net-world is gone
You say it's gone
Shit

Fingertips sticked on the keys I engage a new virtual touch of sensuality.
Blue eyes on the digital screen I experiment a top secret optical system of visual excitement.
I see.com I see.com

On my walls, projection of subliminal messages to increase 
A new era of female interactive intuition.
And life is a data gas I breathe wireless.
You are the creator of my inner life network soundtrack.
I com.com.
I com.com.