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Intro: D
E/A A
Dumb down let your crazy out
E/A D/A D
Boys go crazy over you
E/A A
Grip like a new york window cleaner
E/A D/A D
Just staring at you
C G A F
Youth don't leave me, hair stay on me
C G A
God I love those hips
C G A F
Oh memory don't forsake me
A D E
Not like this
F C A C
All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things
F C A C
So collectable, why not collect them all
E A
Obviously cunningly, womanly
F C A C
All those pretty things, god bless the pretty things
D
E/A A
They're still out there somewhere
E/A D/A D
Making men feel this way
E/A A
At fallen broadway station
E/A D/A D
I see them every day, all day
C G A F
Download a little meditation
C G A
It might pull you through
C G A F
She blinded me with silence
A D E
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
F A
Does she talk like ooh ooh ooh
F A
Will it feel like ah ah ah
C D
Does she tell you what she wants
E
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
Written by Take That