put your records on (orig. by Corinne Bailey RA E)

Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I dont need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.

Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but its alright
And nothing seems to change, and it all will stay the same.
Oh, dont you hesitate.

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

Youre 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)
Dont you let those other boys fool you,
Gotta love that awful hairdo.

Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but its alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Dont you think its strange?

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

Youre gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Just more than I could take, pity for pitys sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you dont 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
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 favourite 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, Youre gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
-= Corinne Bailey Rae - Put Your Records On =-