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Put Your Records On (Backing Track ) [In the Style of Corrinne Bailey Rae]
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 got it wrong, but it's alrightAnd nothing seems to change, and it all will stay the same.Oh, 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'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 alrightThe more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.Don't you think it's strange?SongtexteGirl, 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're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.Just more than I could take, pity for pity's sakeSome nights kept me awake, I thought that I was strongerWhen you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try anylonger.Do what you want to.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.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.Oh, You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow Aus Songtexte Mania