P.S.T

I'm thinkin' loud and all that I see is your face
You're staring at me like I'm some sort of a disgrace
I wanna show you that I can be your saving grace
But your eyes like a dime made of gold and lace

You wanna crash with me like I'm your chum?
You wanna make me believe that you're the only one?
And be my

PST a pretty sexy thing
PST the way you look at me
PST you really make me dream
PST you're a pretty sexy thing
Come on baby

Like a star when you walk breakin every heart
When you're struttin' your stuff it really makes it hard
To keep my mind all erased off your beauty and cool
So let me show that Im more than a fool

So when that gold starts fading away
Do you think that I'm gonna let you stay?
And be my

PST a pretty sexy thing
PST the way you look at me
PST you really make me dream
PST you're a pretty sexy thing

Where you goin' baby?
Why won't you just tell me?
Well then I'll tell you something
Where you goin' cos you said you don't want no more?
Come to me and I'll show you what you want

PST a pretty sexy thing
PST the way you look at me
PST you really make me dream
PST you're a pretty sexy thing
PST let me show you what ya need
PST a bitta love, a bitta love
A bitta love, a bitta love
A bitta love a bitta love
Oh, a bitta love, a bitta love
Oh, a bitta love, a bitta love
Let me tell ya