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I was watching the woman that was 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 hand-bag 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 |
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Huge and loving one |
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I can crawl upon |
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And cling to |
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She's a large woman |
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Warm and cuddly |
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Wet lady |
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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 neighbors |
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Give me a big mother |
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One that will always want me |
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Hot, embracing mother |
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I can crawl upon |
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And cling to |
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Can't be safer, can't be more secure |
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Than with a breast in each palm |
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Than with a breast in each palm |
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That is the way that I was born |
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And that is the way that I want to die |
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Give me a big mother |
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Yes, a 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 that I can crawl upon |
