Money on the floor just like some shoes Woke up with my toolie, what it do? Meet me in the alley with the troops I got red shooters, I got blue Let that thing down then point at you Bentley or the 'Rari, hoe, let's choose We gon' the rob the bank, bring

Oh baby, baby I'm not that innocent Oops, I did it again I played with your heart, got lost in the game Oops, you think I'm in love That I'm sent from above That is just so typically me Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Here comes the general Thirty-two thousand troops in New York harbor We are outgunned (what?) Outmanned (what?) Outplanned (buck, buck, buck, buck, buck) We gotta make an all out stand

The troops are on fire! Ah, oh come on! I'm trading just a little more Step on it, electronic I'm much deeper, a sleeper Messiah for the animals And watch out! Ah!

Oops, baby, I love you Oops, my baby, you woke up in my bed Oops, we broke up, we're better off as friends Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do And when I think about the way you touch my body You've got me singing This could be my

Ah, why won't they talk to me? (I thought I was happy) Out of the zone I guess I'll go home Try to be sane Try to pretend None of it happened Lonely old me Whoops-a-daisy I thought I was happy

Now I'm gonna make you dance, it's your chance, Yeah boy shake that ass, Oops I mean girl Girl girl girl (Now you know you're my world) Alright now lose it Aah aah aah aah aah Just lose it Aah aah aah aah aah Go crazy Aah aah aah aah aah Oh baby Aah aah,

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah That is just so typically me Oh baby, baby I'm not that innocent Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I think I did it again I made you believe we're more than just friends

Express yourself, don't repress yourself And I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry) It's human nature (It's human nature) I'm not your bitch don't hang your shit on me (It's human nature) (Express yourself, don't repress yourself) Oops, I didn't know I couldn't

Feelings you provide I know it, I know it I'm the only one out here on the night loops Eyes low, chin heavy shoegazer Moonwalkin', R.I.P. Stanley Kubrick You had you some birthdays, could you prove it? Show me the wisdom in your movement Show me some