Put Your Records On

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Put Your Records On / Corinne Bailey Rae

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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 all right
The more things seem to change
The more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.

Girl, put your records on
Tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire 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,
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Gotta love that afro hairdo.

Maybe sometimes
We feel afraid, but it's all right
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 favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans
I hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Just more than I could take
Pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake
I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realize
That you don't even have to try any longer.
Do what you want to.

Girl, put your records on
Tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans
I hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Girl, put your records on
Tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans
I hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Oh, You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow