Pretty Things Take That

[Verse 1]
Dumb down, let your crazy out
Boys go crazy over you
Grip like a New York window cleaner
Just staring at you

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Youth don't leave me, hair stay on me
God, I love those hips
Oh memory, don't forsake me
Not like this

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
They're still out there somewhere
Making men feel this way
At fallen broadway station
I see them every day, all day