Story Behind The Song

The song has a very sweet and pleasant tone to it, but it's motivation was anger - like a condescending smile. The artist is resentful that his love affair has ended and in an effort to demean the experience, he reduces the entire relationship to sex. Written for his ex-lover, he attempts to make her feel shallow and used by implying it was only about the sex. In actuality, he is only kidding himself because he was truly in love with her.

Song Description

This song is as sexual as it can be without being explicit. This is done with clever lyrical metaphors. All sexuality is implied, rather than exposed. On the surface, the song is rated 'G.' At the core, it is rated 'XXX.'

Lyrics

grind

you're my favorite sugar pie
you're my favorite honey hive
you're my favorite dippin' hole
you're my favorite honey comb

and i lick you up and i lick you down
i lick you around and around and around
i lick you left and i lick you right
i lick you day and night after night

'cuz you're so sweet now baby
like a maple tree
my tongue is a pancake baby
drip some syrup on me yeah

and i still remember the way we used to grind
and i still remember the way we used to grind

on the counter in the kitchen
somethin' inside is itchin'
by the sink and by the stove
heat me up baby i'll rise inside of your cove

'cuz it's so warm now baby
deep in your cocoon
it's a perfect fit now baby
like two tablespoons

and i still remember the way we used to grind
and i still remember the way we used to grind
the way i'd lose my mind
and all the pleasures we would find
the way we used to grind
in the shower from behind
it's the way we used to grind
do you remember baby
the way we used to grind