Paroles: Cibo Matto. Lint Of Love.

I can't say I'm good at cleaning it, baby
The lint of love
It's made of "dust of confusion"

You see, the president
Is in trouble
Every cent you make
Is floating in a bubble

My heart's content
I can't find it in the Bible
Doesn't say
How to take away the lint of love
I can't help myself
I can't help myself

Human beings always hard to believe
What you think is not quite alright at the other side of the nation
Got two eyes
But we only got one mouth
We could live, we could jive
We could live, we could jive
Without the lint of love
I can't help myself
I can't help myself

We can't avoid the lint of love
And you've got to know how to take it away

We can't avoid the lint of love
And you've got to know how to take it away ...