Everyone wants their drop, it's a mad
scramble, at my worst it arrives, then
all the big tongues sticking out, they're so thirsty
it makes my
fingers burn, always ready to suckle, they have all the
big, beautiful teeth, when I want to
wean them
[Music]
it has to be pitiful, what do you
want, I tell you,
but often it's their 10 or 12 that wallows in
my boubous, they want to suck my marrow,
they flatter me the right way, I
'm a cottage cow, my God, that the
world itself, they fight, it seems, at the
entrance to the farm, they don't boast, they
lick their lips, they discuss
my price, they argue over my teats, they
act intelligent and then they think they're very
cunning, they put on beautiful white gloves, they
come but it's undermined, they keep me in
prison, they tighten the fences and then they
take options on my offspring, they
hate receiving water to be
impressive,
but in the hay, seeing in this
range of inhabitants,
they want to be my friends, but like
words, they are so much I don't want to
lose anything, I
'm a cow, look how much I sleep,
I'm incredibly generous, I produce
like no one else, my God, the world,
everyone's hustling, I'm
sure I'm the cream, yes, the cream of the crop
of cows, they
look at my behind then they think
about bacon, they have hay all over their land, I have to
glitch so they give me some, I know they're
not angels, I don't dare be too shocked,
I'm convinced they
eat mad cows, they
put me on the straw then they go on a trip, they
treat me like cattle, you and
the battle,
the boundless attraction I feel in
glass, maybe you look horny
or else
facing them I'm a chalet cow, do
you hear my gaming bell, everyone
become, if you're crooked, I
'm a milk cow, come, I'm
kind, come this year brother,
welcome to my state