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 neighbours.
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...
1 | Birthday |
2 | Deus |
3 | Hit |
4 | Motorcrash |
5 | Walkabout |
6 | Planet |
7 | Delicious Demon |
8 | Traitor |
9 | Luftgitar |
10 | Sick For Toys |