Mamma

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?