Put Your Records on Songtext

von Danielle Bradbery

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've got it wrong, but it's all right.
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 dream.
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself some where, some how.

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 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 dream.
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Girl, put your records on,
Tell me your favorite song.
You go ahead, let your, hair down.

You're gonna find yourself some where, some how.