Björk

I Saw A Woman Walking Down My Street,
Walking With Grace, So Beautifully Carefully,
She's A Big And Pretty Mother, 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 And Cling To ...

She's 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,
With A Breast In Each Palm,
That's The Way I Was Born
And That's 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.