Songwriters: Nelson, Prince Rogers;
I knew a girl named Nikki
I guess you could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said, "How'd you like to waste some
time?"
And I could not resist when I saw little
Nikki grind
She took me to her castle
And I just couldn't believe my eyes
She had so many devices
Everything that money could buy
She said, "Sign your name on the dotted
line"
The lights went out and Nikki started to
grind
Nikki
The castle started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I can't tell you what she did to me
But me body will never be the same
Her lovin' will kick your behind
Oh, she'll show you no mercy
But she'll sho'nuff, sho'nuff
Show you how to grind
Darling Nikki, oh
Woke up the next morning Nikki wasn't there
I looked all over and all I found
Was a phone number on the stairs
It said, "Thank you for a funky time
Call me up whenever you want to grind"
Oh, Nikki, oh
Oh come back Nikki, come back
Your dirty little Prince wanna grind,
grind, grind, grind
Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind!
[Incomprehensible]
This man had just as much talent as Michael Jackson, but I believe it was the crude and untamed lyrics in his songs that kept him under the radar so much... MJ and Prince forever.