Put Your Records On Corinne Bailey Rae

Corinne Bailey Rae "Put Your Records On"

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 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, somber 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 alright

The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.

Don't you think it's strange?