Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Take That
Vocals
Lee Pomeroy
Bass
Mike Stevens
Keyboards
Milton McDonald
Guitar
Donavon Hepburn
Drums
Jamie Norton
Keyboards
Bernie Smith
Keyboards
Gary Nuttall
Guitar
Ryan Carline
Programming
Rohan Onraet
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gary Barlow
Composer
Howard Donald
Composer
Jason Orange
Composer
Mark Owen
Composer
Robbie Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Power
Mixing Engineer
Rohan Onraet
Mixing Engineer
Toby Alington
Recording Engineer
Mike Hatch
Assistant Recording Engineer
Craig Kyle Jenkins
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Riches
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joe Adams
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brett Cox
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ken Van Hoorick
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Proost
Assistant Recording Engineer
Roger Verwilt
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tony Cousins
Mastering Engineer
Stuart Price
Producer
Lyrics
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 collectible, 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 collectible, 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 collectible, 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 collectible, 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 collectible, why not collect them all
Obviously cunningly, womanly
All those pretty things, God bless the pretty things
Writer(s): Robert Peter Williams, Gary Barlow, Howard Paul Donald, Mark Anthony Owen, Jason Thomas Orange
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