I knew a girl named Nik ki.

I guess U could say she was a sex fiend.

I met her in a ho tel lob by mas tur bat ing with a mag a zine.

She said, “How’d U like 2 waste some time?” And I could not re sist when I saw lit tle Nik ki grind.

She took me 2 her cas tle and I just could n’t be lieve my eyes.

She had so man y de vic es, ev ’ry thing that mon ey could buy.

She said, “Sign your name on the dot ted line.” The lights went out and Nik ki start ed to (Bno3d)grind.

The cas tle start ed spin ning, or may be it was my brain.

I can’t tell U what she did to me, but me bod y will nev er be the same.

Her lov in’ will kick your be hind.

She’ll show U no mer cy, but she’ll (Bno3d)sho ’nuff,

(Bno3d)sho ’nuff (Dno3d)show (Bno3d)U (D6)how 2 grind.

I woke up the next morn ing.

Nik ki was n’t there.

I looked all o ver; all I found was a phone num ber on the stairs.

It said, “Thank U for a funk y time.

Call me up when ev er U want 2 grind.”

(E)Come back, Nik ki, come back.

Your (Dno3d)dar ling (Bno3d)lit tle (CN.C.)Prince wan na grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind.