Oops (Oh My) (feat. Tweet)

Missy Elliott

Compositor: Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Charlene Tweet Keys

I'll 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 would've 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 (oh, my)
Oops, there goes my skirt, droppin' to my feet
Oh, my (oh, my)
Ooh, some kinda touch, caressin' my legs
Oh, my (oh, my)
Ooh, I'm turnin' red
Who could this be?

I tried and I tried to avoid it
But this thing was happening
Swallowed my pride, let it ride and partied
But this body felt just like mine's
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
Oh, my (oh, my)
Oops, there goes my skirt, droppin' to my feet
Oh, my (oh, my)
Ooh, some kinda touch, caressin' my legs
Oh, my (oh, my)
Ooh, I'm turnin' red
Who could this be?

I looked over to the left (mm, I was lookin' so good I couldn't reject myself)
I looked over to the left (mm, I was feelin' so good I had to touch myself)
I looked over to the left (mm, I was eyein' my thighs, butter-pecan brown)
I looked over to the left (mm, 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, caressin' my legs
Oh, my (oh, my)
Ooh, I'm turnin' 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, caressin' my legs
Oh, my (oh, my)
Ooh, I'm turnin' red
Who could this be?