I saw a woman walking down my street,
With grace so beautifully carefully.
She’s a big and pretty mother swinging her handbag
Back and forth so joyfully
She’s drawing circles with her [bad word] in her jumper.
Give me a big mother,
Huge and loving one,
I can crawl upon a cling to,
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,
Thats the way I was born and
Thats the way I want to die.
Give me a big mother,
Soft and wet one,
That would caress me in all those special places.
Where’s a strong mother,
One that squeezes me,
One I can crawl upon and cling to?