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 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, sunburnt 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, yeah The more you stay the same The more that they seem to change Don't you think it's strange? 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 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 Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song Just 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 someday, somehow