Tweet - Oops (Oh, My)

[Verse 1]
Tell you what I did last night
I came home, say, around a quarter to three
Still so high,
Hypnotized,
In a trance
From this 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

[Hook]
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
Swallow my pride
Let it ride and partied
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

[Hook]
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?

[Bridge: [Tweet & Missy]
(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

[Hook]
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?

*nabbed from here.

The video, of course. Much better than any rap-porn you get these days, and infused with a cheekiness that music always needs.

A lethal cocktail of baked-beans induced fart-o-rama, fatigue, horniness and sheer window-diving fear over commencing my final year - aka The Rest of Your Life - tomorrow, has me floored.

At some point (once Nietzsche and I learn to be real friends, and I find common ground with Proust), I might be able to muster another half-decent blog post...