Lyrics Things - Robbie Williams , Jane Horrocks
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
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