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?