запала в душу, решил перевести напару с Промтом 
Dumb down, let your crazy out
Boys go crazy over you
Crib 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
There still out there somewhere
Making man feel this way
At Fulham Broadway station
I see them every day, all day
Down load a little meditation
It might pull you though
She blinded me with silence
Anchored here with…
All those pretty things, don’t sweat the pretty things *2
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 *2
so collectable, why not collect them all
obviously cunningly, womanly
all those pretty things, god bless the pretty things
