Take That – Pretty Things lyrics

Down down let your crazy out Boys go crazy over you Grip like a new york window cleaner Just staring at you Youth don't leave me, hair stay on me God I love those hips Oh memory don't forsake me Not like this All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, god bless the pretty things They're still out there somewhere Making men feel this way At fallen broadway station I see them every day, all day Download a little meditation It might pull you through She blinded me with silence Anchored here with you All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, god bless the pretty things All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, god bless the pretty things Does she talk like ooh ooh ooh Will it feel like ah ah ah Does she tell you what she wants Can you give her what she needs Youth don't leave me, hair stay on me, god I love those hips Oh memory don't forsake me, not like this All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, god bless the pretty things All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, god bless the pretty things Explain Request ×

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