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*verse 1* |
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Tell you what I did last night |
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I came home, say, around a quarter to three |
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Still so high |
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Hypnotized |
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In a trance |
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From the start it, so butter and brown and tantalizing |
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You woulda thought I needed help from this feeling that I felt |
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So shook I had to catch my breath |
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*chorus* |
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Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head |
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Oh my |
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OOPS, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet |
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Oh my |
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Ooh, some kinda touch caressing my leg |
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Oh my |
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Ooh I'm turning red |
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Who could this be? |
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*verse 2* |
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I tried and I tried to avoid |
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but this thing was happening |
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Swallow my pride |
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Let it ride and party |
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But this body felt just like mines |
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I got worried |
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I looked over to the left |
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A reflection of myself |
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That's why I couldn't catch my breath |
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*chorus* |
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OOPS, there goes my shirt up over my head |
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Oh my |
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OOPS, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet |
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Oh my |
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Ooh, some kinda touch caressing my leg... |
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(Fabolous) |
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Desert storm yeah, Fabolous yeah. Tweet yeah. |
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Shorty I strictly wanna spank you. The most I gotta do |
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Is spell my name to get your vicki's to your ankles. |
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I'm seriously mami, you're fuckin' with the Kid |
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aka William H. Bonnie |
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You know I'm the type that be crushin and merkin' |
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Having ladies touchin' the hurkin, blushin' and smirkin', |
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Early in the morning rushin from workin' |
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Screamin \"Oh my. F-A B-O L-O U-S\" |
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Each night I'm freakin, ma' you aint gonna talk me to death, |
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Cuz you got free nights and weekends |
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Ghetto Fabs all over the place... |
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Oops, there goes my kids all over your face... |
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Oh my! |
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(Missy) |
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(I looked over to the left) |
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Umm I was looking so good I couldn't reject myself |
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(I looked over to the left) |
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Umm I was feeling so good I had to touch myself |
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(I looked over to the left) |
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Umm I was eyein my thighs butter pecan brown |
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(I looked over to the left) |
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Umm comin' outta my shirt and then the skirt came down |
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*chorus* |
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OOPS, there goes my shirt up over my head |
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Oh my |
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OOPS, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet |
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Oh my |
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Ooh, some kinda touch caressing my leg |
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Oh my |
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Ooh I'm turning red |
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Who could this be? |
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(chorus)OOPS, there goes my shirt up over my head |
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Oh my |
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OOPS, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet |
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Oh my |
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Ooh, some kinda touch caressing my leg |
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Oh my |
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Ooh I'm turning red |
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Who could this be? |
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Mmm. |
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(oh my) |
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OOPS, there goes my shirt up over my head. |
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OOPS... |
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Oh my... |
