I saw a woman walking down my street,
Walking with grace, so beautifully carefully,
She's a big and pretty mother, 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 that's 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.
Björk I saw a woman walking down my street, Walking with grace, so beautifully carefully, She's a big and pretty mother, 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 that's 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. Explain Request ×
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