It’s an Easter a Britmas miracle!

Just days after Michelle Bell leaked Original Doll-era track “Money, Love & Happiness” comes a preview of a brand new Bell co-penned track, crafted alongside songwriter Nanna Martorell (who leaked the snippet) from back in 2003: “Ouch.”

The seductive new (old) number finds the Holy Spearit lacing up into her Onyx Hotel Tour “…Baby One More Time” cabaret outfit and getting sensuous against a slinky ’90’s R&B-esque jam, Janet style. Would make for a nice interlude between “Breathe On Me” and “Touch Of My Hand,” no? It’s a little “Tell Me What You’re Sippin’ On” too!

EDIT: Uh oh. She’s being bad again! In the updated 2-minute clip of the song, it turns out B’s playing side chick to a dude who already has a girlfriend. How very “Seal It With A Kiss” of you, Britney! Keep a secret, me and you…

Those lovely vibrato vocals, those lustful lyrics…so hot, you’re burning me up, Queen B! I’m on fiyah!

Check out the clip below…

EDIT: More, more, more! Listen to yet another new snippet of “Ouch,” again courtesy of the song’s co-writer, Nanna Martorell.

EDIT: Finally! The song has been leaked in full. Listen below now!

Let’s…let’s play pretend, like you’re my friend and everything is okay.
Then we shall begin to put an end to all the games that we play.
My body is a temple. I’ll choose who worships it.
Let’s keep it simple, no need for a big deal.
So if you’re ready, just call me on the phone.
I’ll be here waiting, no need to be alone.
Ouch, your heart, you’re burning me up.
Please don’t stop, you’re making me blush.
Ouch, my God, you’ve hit my spot.
I just can’t get enough of you…
So, so how’ve you been? How’s your girlfriend?
It’s funny you’re here with me when you’re still with her
And I do prefer that we don’t feel guilty
My body is a temple. I’ll choose who worships it.
Let’s keep it simple, no need for a big deal.
So if you’re ready, then this is what I’ll do.
I’ll take my turn–you used to use me too.
Ouch, your heart, you’re burning me up.
Please don’t stop, you’re making me blush.
Ouch, my God, you’ve hit my spot.
I just can’t get enough of you…

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