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 bre*sts 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.