Pretty Things

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 (Oh ooh ooh oh)

Will it feel like (Ah 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