Mama

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.

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