Put Your Records On

Put Your Records On



/CORINNE BAILEY RAE



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 things 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.



Oh, You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.