Mama

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 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?