She has big boobs.

Four real mothers dance in a hay filled barn of cows to a track that includes lyrics like Yes, I milk myself, but you don't see no tail and In case you hadn't noticed these are not udders, they're my boobs.

Right. Can we do this again from the top, except use some people with a vague hint of talent, instead of just six utter boobs like we brought in last time, real estate hacks of the kind who usually plan our cities.