Grind Thunder

She steps onto the floor,

the engine starts to hum

Moving to the beat of an aggressive,

heavy drum

Locked in with the groove,

no space left in between The tightest,

wildest motion that I have ever seen

She moves closer now,

feeling the heat rise

Friction building up under the club lights

She's grinding down hard on me,

turning up the heat

That heavy, heavy rhythm moving to the beat

There is no stopping now,

we are in the red This dangerous sensation running through my head (oh

yeah!)

She catches my reaction,

spinning back around

Keeping her hips low,

dropping to the ground The pressure's getting heavy,

a physical demand

Losing all control, exactly what she planned

She moves closer now,

feeling the heat rise Friction building up under the club lights

She's grinding down hard on me,

turning up the heat

That heavy, heavy rhythm moving to the beat

There is no stopping now,

we are in the red This dangerous sensation running through my head

(oh yeah!)

She moves...

she grinds...

down hard on me

Yeah