Grinder


Leavin’ me breathless with her – loose lips.
I’m packin’ a torpedo that’ll – sink ships.
She’s got a bunch o’ steel keys to ma – armoury,
swingin’ ’em slowly – teasin’ me.

I can’t seem to get offa, third base,
but I ain’t complainin’ she’s, settin’ the pace.
She’s a

Grinder. Grinder.
A little heat-seeking sidewinder.
Grinder. Grinder.

Don’t wanna go off half-cocked I better – keep calm.
Keep frosty, keep focused work on the – old charm.
She’s goin’ all the way when I – fantasize.
I gotta pair of blue-balls it’s no, wonder why.

I can’t seem to get offa third base,
but I ain’t complainin’ it’s a nice enough place.

CHORUS


PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

©3.9.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman

shakin’ ’em hypnotically – teasin’ me.
She’s got all the keys to my – armoury,
shakin’ ’em in my face – teasin’ me.
She’s driving me insane, she – tantalize.
Gettin’ carried away I better – keep calm.
Don’t wanna go off half-cocked – rearm
but I ain’t complainin’ it’s a pleasant enough place.
but that ain’t bad, ‘cos she’s settin’ the pace.
Leavin’ me breathless with her – hot lips.
but I don’t mind, this ain’t a race.
can’t even say I am hung that way


Grinder. Grinder.
I don’t mind, take our time/enjoy the ride.
Grinder. Grinder.
One more time, let her grind …
Grinder.


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