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Theophilus London – Oops lyrics
Uh, I 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 butter and brown, tantalizing
Thought I needed help from this feeling that I felt
So shook I couldn't catch my breath
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my
Oops, there goes her skirt droppin' to her feet, oh my
Oops, some kind of touch caressing my legs, oh my
Oops, I'm turning red, who could this be?
I tried and I tried to avoid
This thing from happening
Swallow my pride
Forget about it and party
But this body felt just like mines
I got worried
I looked over to the left
A reflection of myself
So shook I couldn't catch my breath
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my
Oops, there goes her skirt droppin' to her feet, oh my
Oops, some kind of touch caressing my legs, oh my
Oops, I'm turning red, who could this be? (Hey)
Uh, midnight lover
Sex in the afternoon
I met you last night
I didn't mean to have it soon
Laughin' with each other
The tappin' one another
She tryna get it twice
She whispered under covers
T-H-E-O-P-H-I-L-U-S
L-O-N-D-O-N
Um who else?
You best judastic
Never know what's next
So it's just best to have them clueless
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my
Oops, there goes her skirt droppin' to her feet, oh my
Oops, some kind of touch caressing my legs, oh my
Oops, I'm turning red, who could this be?
I looked over to the left
Left, left (She was looking so good I couldn't reject myself)
I looked over to the left
Left, left (She was feeling so good I had to touch myself)
I looked over to the left
Left, left (I was eyein' her thighs butter pecan brown)
I looked over to the left
Left, left (Comin' outta her shirt and then her skirt came down)
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my
Oops, there goes her skirt droppin' to her feet, oh my
Oops, some kind of touch caressing my legs, oh my
Oops, I'm turning red
I came home, say, around a quarter to three
Still so high, hypnotized, in a trance
From this body, so butter and brown, tantalizing
Thought I needed help from this feeling that I felt
So shook I couldn't catch my breath
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my
Oops, there goes her skirt droppin' to her feet, oh my
Oops, some kind of touch caressing my legs, oh my
Oops, I'm turning red, who could this be?
I tried and I tried to avoid
This thing from happening
Swallow my pride
Forget about it and party
But this body felt just like mines
I got worried
I looked over to the left
A reflection of myself
So shook I couldn't catch my breath
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my
Oops, there goes her skirt droppin' to her feet, oh my
Oops, some kind of touch caressing my legs, oh my
Oops, I'm turning red, who could this be? (Hey)
Uh, midnight lover
Sex in the afternoon
I met you last night
I didn't mean to have it soon
Laughin' with each other
The tappin' one another
She tryna get it twice
She whispered under covers
T-H-E-O-P-H-I-L-U-S
L-O-N-D-O-N
Um who else?
You best judastic
Never know what's next
So it's just best to have them clueless
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my
Oops, there goes her skirt droppin' to her feet, oh my
Oops, some kind of touch caressing my legs, oh my
Oops, I'm turning red, who could this be?
I looked over to the left
Left, left (She was looking so good I couldn't reject myself)
I looked over to the left
Left, left (She was feeling so good I had to touch myself)
I looked over to the left
Left, left (I was eyein' her thighs butter pecan brown)
I looked over to the left
Left, left (Comin' outta her shirt and then her skirt came down)
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my
Oops, there goes her skirt droppin' to her feet, oh my
Oops, some kind of touch caressing my legs, oh my
Oops, I'm turning red
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