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Touch My Soul: The Finest of Black Music, Vol. 23
Disc 1
01. Miss You
02. Girlfriend
03. Make It Clap
04. Whatchulookinat
05. Kimnotyze
06. Foolish
07. Hit the Freeway
08. Oops (Oh My)
09. U‐Turn
10. Crush Tonight
11. It’s Me
12. Get Up
13. Put Me Down
14. Dontchange
15. Little Things
16. Was Auch Immer
17. When You Look at Me
18. Perfect Love
19. Brown Sugar
20. No, No, No
21. [data track]
Disc 2
01. Always on Time
02. What’s Your Flava?
03. My Neck, My Back (Lick It)
04. I Need a Girl (Part One)
05. Girl Talk
06. Boys
07. Take You Home
08. What If a Women
09. The World’s Greatest
10. Luv U Better
11. Oh Yeah
12. One Night Stand
13. Dy‐Na‐Mi‐Tee
14. Just a Friend 2002
15. Feel It Boy
16. Tonight I’m Gonna Let Go
17. Mississippi
18. Looking for Love
19. What About Us
20. Don’t Take It Personal (Just One of Dem Days)
*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 the start it, so butter and brown and tantalizing
You woulda thought I needed help from this feeling that I felt
So shook I had to catch my breath

*Chorus*
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 leg
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?

*Verse 2*
I tried and I tried to avoid
But this thing was happening
Swallow my pride
Let it ride and party
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

*Chorus*
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 leg...

(Fabolous)
Desert storm yeah, Fabolous yeah. Tweet yeah.
Shorty I strictly wanna spank you. The most I gotta do
Is spell my name to get your vicki's to your ankles.
I'm seriously mami, you're fuckin' with the Kid
Aka William H. Bonnie
You know I'm the type that be crushin and merkin'
Having ladies touchin' the hurkin, blushin' and smirkin',
Early in the morning rushin from workin'
Screamin "Oh my. F-A B-O L-O U-S"
Each night I'm freakin, ma' you aint gonna talk me to 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!

(Missy)
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was looking so good I couldn't reject myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was feeling so good I had to touch myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was eyein my thighs butter pecan brown
(I looked over to the left)
Umm comin' outta my shirt and then the skirt came down

*Chorus*
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 leg
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?

(Chorus)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 leg
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?

Mmm.
(Oh my)

OOPS, there goes my shirt up over my head.
OOPS...
Oh my...