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.
We’ve got it wrong, but it's alright.
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 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?
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.