i saw a woman walking down my street,

with grace so beautifully care-fully.

she's 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 a cling to,

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,

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?