Put Your Records On

Three little birds, sat on my window

And they told me I don't need to worry

Summer came like cinnamon

So sweet

Little girls double-dutch on the concrete

Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright

The more things seems to change, the more they seem to stay the same

Oh, don't you hesitate

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song

You go ahead, let your hair down

Saphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams

Just go ahead, let your hair down

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow

Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely

Sipping tea in the bar by the road side

just relax, just relax

Don't you let those other boys fool you

Gotta love that afro hairdo

Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright

The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change

Don't you think it's strange

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song

You go ahead, let your hair down

Saphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams

Just go ahead, let your hair down

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow

Twas' more than I could take, pity for pity's sake

Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger

When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer

Do what you want to

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song

You go ahead, let your hair down

Saphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams

Just go ahead, let your hair down

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song

You go ahead, let your hair down

Saphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams

Just go ahead, let your hair down

Oh, You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow