Oops (Oh My)

Tweet feat. Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott

Tell you what I did last night
I came home, say, around a quarter to 3
Still so high, hypnotized, in a trance
From this body, soft buttery brown and tantalizin'
You woulda thought I needed help from this feelin' that I felt
So shook I had to catch my breath

Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh, my
Oops, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet
Oh, my
Ooh, some kinda touch caressin' my face
Oh, my
Ooh, I'm turning red, who could this be

I tried and I tried to avoid
But this thing was happening
Swallow my pride, let it ride and party
But this body felt just like mines, I got worried
I looked over to the left, a reflection of myself
That's why I couldn't catch my breath

Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, ah
Oh, my (oh, my)
Oops, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet, ah
Oh, my (oh, my)
Ooh, some kinda touch caressin' my face
Oh, my (oh, my)
Ooh, I'm turning red, who could this be

I looked over to the left
(Mmm, I was looking so good I couldn't reject myself)
I looked over to the left
(Mmm, I was feeling so good I had to touch myself)
I looked over to the left
(Mmm, I was eyein' my thighs butter pecan brown)
I looked over to the left
(Mmm, comin' outta my shirt and then my skirt came down)

Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, ah
Oh, my (oh, my)
Oops, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet, ah
Oh, my (oh, my)
Ooh, some kinda touch caressin' my face
Oh, my (oh, my)
Ooh, I'm turning red, who could this be

Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, ah
Oh, my (oh, my)
Oops, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet, ah
Oh, my (oh, my)
Ooh, some kinda touch caressin' my face
Oh, my (oh, my)
Ooh, I'm turning red, who could this be