Tell you what I did last night I came home, say, around a quarter to three Still so high, hypnotized In a trance from his body So buttery brown and tantalizing You woulda thought I needed help From this feeling 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 caressing my legs Oh my Ooh, I'm turning red Who could this be?
I tried and I tried to avoid But this thing was happening Swallowed my pride Let it ride and partied But this body felt just like mines I got worried I looked over to the left; reflection of myself That's why I couldn't catch my breath
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head Oh my (Oh my) Oops, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet Oh my (Oh my) Ooh, some kinda touch caressing my legs 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 eyeing 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 Oh my (Oh my) Oops, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet Oh my (Oh my) Ooh, some kinda touch caressing my legs Oh my (Oh my) Ooh, I'm turning red Who could this be?
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head Oh my (Oh my) Oops, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet Oh my (Oh my) Ooh, some kinda touch caressing my legs Oh my (Oh my) Ooh, I'm turning red Who could this be?
Compositores: Timothy Z Mosley (Timbaland), Charlene L Keys, Melissa Arnette Elliott ECAD: Obra #7239259