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? |
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