Put Your Records on Lyrics

Three little birds, sat in the window.
And they told me i dont need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon soo sweet...
Little girls double dutch on the concrete...
Maybe sometimes we got it wrong but its alright.
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same...
Ooo dont 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!

Your gonna find yourself somewhere somehow