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

And nothing seems to change, and it all will 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

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,

(just relax, just relax)

Don't you let those other boys fool you,

Gotta love that awful 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?