Who’s there hiding in the bushes, when the moonlight’s dim?
Watching as the boys go by, waiting for a fling
One of them has made a move, he’s tugging at his belt
Locking hips, they’re on the ground
It’s so grand and long and firm and big!
He’s the host he’s the host
(And his girlfriend is a ghost)
Loves the grind, sixty nine
Takes it long and deep
So tell him, boys:
“On your knees”
Jeans that cling and suits that shine, as long as both are tight
Shake it grab it with your hand, he can go all night
He knows all the moves, and he can play you like a flute
Then it’s back into the closet
Sakis - out of sound and out of sight
He’s the host he’s the host
(And his girlfriend is a ghost)
Loves the grind, sixty nine
Takes it long and deep
So tell him, boys:
“On your knees”
He’s the host he’s the host
(And his girlfriend is a ghost)
Loves the grind, sixty nine
Takes it long and deep
So tell him, boys:
“On your knees”
Telling all Athena chicks he loves ‘em lean and white
But what they really do not know
It’s Dima
He wants tonight
He’s the host he’s the host
(And his girlfriend is a ghost)
Loves the grind, sixty nine
Takes it long and deep
So tell him, boys:
“On your knees”
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