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Essential R&B: The Very Best of R&B: Spring 2005
Disc 1
01. Get Right
02. Soldier (Kardinal Beats remix)
03. Goodies
04. 21 Questions
05. Angel Eyes
06. Let's Get Lifted
07. If I Ain't Got You
08. Dip It Low
09. Lean Back
10. Happy People
11. Rock With U
12. Roses
13. Loungin (Who Do Ya Luv)
14. Golden
15. Charlene
16. Oops (Oh My)
17. Leave (Get Out)
18. Millionaire
19. Hotel
20. Bonnie & Clyde
Disc 2
01. Caught Up
02. My Place
03. Hype! Hype!
04. Hey Now (Mean Muggin)
05. Let's Get It Started
06. Free
07. P's and Q's
08. On Fire
09. Oh Boy
10. What Makes a Girl Fierce
11. Searching
12. Stay for a While
13. Hey Mr. D.J.
14. Teardrops
15. Brown Skin
16. Shopping Bags
17. Satisfaction
18. Move Ya Body
19. Another Day
20. Doo Wop (That Thing)
*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...