Carly Rae Jepsen
Put Your Records On
Three little birds, sat on my window.And they told me I don't need to worry.Summer came like cinnamonSo sweet,Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alrightThe more things seem to change, the more they stay the sameOh, don't you hesitate.Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite songYou go ahead, let your hair downSapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,Just go ahead, let your hair down.You go ahead, let your hair downI hope you get your dreams,Just go ahead, let your hair down.Oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
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