(bjork) I was watching a woman
Who walking down my street
Walking with grace
So beautifully carefully
She's a big and pretty mother
A big and pretty mother
Swinging her handbag
Back and forth so joyfully
She's drawing circles
With her breasts in her jumper
Give me a big mother
Huge and loving one
I can crawl upon and cling to
She's a large woman
Warm and cuddly
Wet lady
Strong mother
She's walking down the street
In front of my window
Whistling funky tunes
In the ears of my neighbours
Give me a big mother
One that would always want me
Hot embracing mother
I can crawl upon and cling to
You can't be safer
Can't be more secure
Than with a breast in each palm
With a breast in each palm
That's the way I was born
And thats the way I want to die.
Give me a big mother
Joyful(?) soft and wet now
That would caress me
In all those special places
Where's a strong mother
One that squeezes me
One i can crawl upon
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