Life's Too

I saw a woman walking down my street,
With grace so beautifully care-fully.
She's a 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 a cling to,
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,
Thats the way i was born and
Thats 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 upon and cling to?

Birthday


She lives in this house over there,
Has her world outside it.
Scrabbles in the earth with her fingers
And her mouth--she's five years old.
Thread worms on a string,
Keeps spiders in her pocket,
Collects fly-wings in a jar scrubs horse flies
And pinches them on a line.
She's got one friend he lives next door,
They listen to the weather,
He knows how many freckles she's got,
She scratches his beard.
She's painting huge books,
Glues them together,
They saw a big raven;
It glided down the sky--she touched it.
Today's a birthday they're smoking cigars,
He got a chain of flowers,
Sows a bird in her knickers,
They're smoking cigars,
Lie in the bathtub,
Chain of flowers.

This girl i know she's sick for toys.
She needs a brand new toy she's tired of her old toys.
She's got a big house full of old toys what can she do?
She disposes of her old toys and in a small garden
She finds a small boy.
She smiles,
She's happy she found her new toy a small boy.
She uses the new toy to watch her comb her hair,
Day in day out,
Night in night out.
In the end she fell asleep exhausted,
The boy cut off all of her hair,
She was bald,
She might not now bee sick for toys...

A divorced lady arrives home from a bar,
Guess what she sees?
There is a naked person in my flat
He's got a weird expression on his face!
Oh my god and jesus as well,
What are you doing here,
Are you hurting your chest,
Offending yourself,
Forcing yourself into pain like there is no tommorow?
You should use the pain and sorrow to fill you up with power,
Life's both sweet and sour.
He looks at me hopeless with tears in his eyes,
Goes out of the window and up on the roof.
Naked man calm down,
I'll give you some strawberry cake,
Don't act like there is no tomorrow,
Life's bothsweet and sour.
Tak'i takt & trega. ja!

One person calls someone to pour the water,
Because it takes two to pour the water,
To plough takes two as well,
But only one to hold up the sky.
One plays the harp,
Beats a rock with a stick,
Becomes a priest at least,
A delicious demon.
Two men need one money one money needs no man,
One is on ones knees,
Loses ones head,
Except maybe a delicious demon,
Then one is no longer,
So delicious!