P.S.T Lyrics

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