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.