tweet (v1):
tell you what i did last night,
i came home,
say around a quater to three,
still so high,
hypnotized,
in a trance,
from this body,
so b***ery brown and,
tantalizing,
you woulda thought i need help,
from this feeling that i felt,
so shook i had to catch my breath.
tweet (chorus):
oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my,
oops, there goes my skirt dropping to my feet, oh my,
oooh, some kind of touch caressing my face, oh my,
oooh, i'm turning red, who could this be.
tweet (v2):
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 mine,
I got worried,
looked over to the left,
a reflection of myself,
thats why I couldn't catch my breath.
tweet (chorus):
oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my,
oops, there goes my skirt dropping to my feet, oh my,
oooh, some kind of touch caressing my face, oh my,
oooh, i'm turning red, who could this be.
fabolous:
yeh, desert storm, yeh, fabolous, yeh, tweet, yeh, yeh.
shorty I strictly wanna spank you,
the most I gotta do,
is spell my name,
to get your vickies to your ankles,
i'm serious mami,
you f****** with the kid,
aka william h, period bonni,
you know i'm the type,
that be crushin and murkin,
havin ladies touchin the hurkin,
blushin an smurkin,
early in the mornin,
rushin for work n,
screamin oh my FA-BO-LO-US,
each night i'm freakin,
ma you ain't gonna talk me 2 death,
cuz you got free nights and weekends,
ghetto fabs, all over the place oops,
there goes my kids all over your face, oh my.
tweet missy:
i looked over to the left mm, i was lookin so good i had ta check 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, all that a peakin brown
i looked over to the left mm, comin out of my shirt and my skirt came down
tweet (chorus):
oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my,
oops, there goes my skirt dropping to my feet, oh my,
oooh, some kind of touck caressing my face, oh my,
oooh, i'm turning red, who could this be. (x2)
tell you what i did last night,
i came home,
say around a quater to three,
still so high,
hypnotized,
in a trance,
from this body,
so b***ery brown and,
tantalizing,
you woulda thought i need help,
from this feeling that i felt,
so shook i had to catch my breath.
tweet (chorus):
oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my,
oops, there goes my skirt dropping to my feet, oh my,
oooh, some kind of touch caressing my face, oh my,
oooh, i'm turning red, who could this be.
tweet (v2):
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 mine,
I got worried,
looked over to the left,
a reflection of myself,
thats why I couldn't catch my breath.
tweet (chorus):
oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my,
oops, there goes my skirt dropping to my feet, oh my,
oooh, some kind of touch caressing my face, oh my,
oooh, i'm turning red, who could this be.
fabolous:
yeh, desert storm, yeh, fabolous, yeh, tweet, yeh, yeh.
shorty I strictly wanna spank you,
the most I gotta do,
is spell my name,
to get your vickies to your ankles,
i'm serious mami,
you f****** with the kid,
aka william h, period bonni,
you know i'm the type,
that be crushin and murkin,
havin ladies touchin the hurkin,
blushin an smurkin,
early in the mornin,
rushin for work n,
screamin oh my FA-BO-LO-US,
each night i'm freakin,
ma you ain't gonna talk me 2 death,
cuz you got free nights and weekends,
ghetto fabs, all over the place oops,
there goes my kids all over your face, oh my.
tweet missy:
i looked over to the left mm, i was lookin so good i had ta check 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, all that a peakin brown
i looked over to the left mm, comin out of my shirt and my skirt came down
tweet (chorus):
oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my,
oops, there goes my skirt dropping to my feet, oh my,
oooh, some kind of touck caressing my face, oh my,
oooh, i'm turning red, who could this be. (x2)