(P.Y.T.) Pretty young thing You need some lovin' (T.L.C.) Tender lovin' care And I'll take you there Take you there (P.Y.T.) (T.L.C.) (P.Y.T.) (T.L.
Yeah, motherfuckers That's what y'all want right That ol' gangsta, that ol' gangsta Check it out now yo, yo All I need, bomb ass freak nigga Hold me
love you (P.Y.T) Pretty Young Thing You need some lovin' (T.LC.) Tender Love and Care And I'll take you there, Girl I want to love you (P.Y.T) Pretty
thing You need some lovin' (T.L.C.) Tender lovin' care And I'll take you there Take you there (P.Y.T.) (T.L.C.) (P.Y.T.) (T.L.C.) ...
't even really care She got her mind set on what she wanna do And she ain't come alone, she got her whole little crew Her P.Y.T's, that'll make ya head
't even really curr She got her mind set on what she wanna do And she ain't come alone she got her whole little crew Her P.Y.T's that'll make ya head
traveled many miles to be with you And we'll do it again just because Because between us theres no distance Even though we come from many worlds apart It really doesn't
never give up on your love as long as I live CHORUS: Baby I'll give you the best I've got If that's not enough than I don't know what To be complicated
more I want something more from you, boy You want us to be friends, I'll be losing again Don't you know what I want from you, baby? Something more beautiful
body needs Don't wanna lead you on I don't want no people teased But I like the way you're playing That old school game I don't want this thing to be
we're dancin' And it feels alright I can't control my desire And we're dancin' And it feels alright Yeah And we're dancin' And it feels alright Can't
I'm better, I moved on To someone who would treat me better But now you're tripping 'cuz you see I ain't all by myself And you won't let be me boy Why
and looking cool Down with the DJ pumping sounds from the old school Out into the light we're a fresh sight and we're blowin' your mind Better not play, don't
me I can't understand why You feel the need to hide Deep down in your heart you know how you feel Boy just keep it real with me You can't be wastin' my
is And when you get next to me You make my heart beat fast You threw me back when you smile And when we're alone I know we're in love 'cause I can't
the billboard Your video's on T R L We haven't spoken since the springtime You got my number and your cell I remember all the sweet times It wasn't
't the finest guy I know Let's just let the record show The boy's got style The boy's got class Always says something To make me laugh I ain't looking
