DESCRIPTION:
JULIA KRISTEVA Kulta beats

Hoist up your
Eyebrows, baby
Put on your
Captain's smirk
It's time to have
A little talk
It's time to do some
Work

I have my
Shoulders, honey
And I have my
Head
Don't know what's
Stuck inside it
Don't know till you have
Said

Your name is
Julia Kristeva
Julia Kristeva

You spot a
Black sun, sugar
You spot a certain
Thing
It's a melancholic magic
The way your
Broomstick swings

Your name is
Julia Kristeva
Julia Kristeva

Half of what I say is
Meaningless my dear
When I cannot sing my
heart
I can only speak my mind

Your name is
Julia Kristeva
Julia Kristeva