| Mama |
| 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? |