Bjork Mama
I was watching a woman who was 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 neighbors
Give me a big mother
One that always wants 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
Joyful soft and wet now
That would caress me
In all those special places
Where's a strong mother?
One that squeezes me
One, I can crawl upon
