Björk
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I saw a woman walking down my street,
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Walking with grace, so beautifully carefully,
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She's a big and pretty mother, big and pretty mother,
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Swinging her handbag back and forth so joyfully.
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She's drawing circles with her breasts in her jumper.
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Give me a big mother, huge and loving one,
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I can crawl upon and cling to ...
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She's a large woman, warm and cuddly
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Wet lady, strong mother.
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She's walking down the street in front of my window
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Whistling funky tunes in the ears of my neighbours.
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Give me a big mother, one that would always want me,
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Hot embracing mother, I can crawl upon and cling to ...
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You can't be safer can't be more secure
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Than with a breast in each palm,
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With a breast in each palm,
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That's the way I was born
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And that's the way I want to die.
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Give me a big mother, soft and wet one,
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That would caress me
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In all those special places.
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Where's a strong mother,
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One that squeezes me,
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One I can crawl.
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Mama (Mark Saunders Mix)
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Sugarcubes |