sexta-feira, 20 de abril de 2012

Put Your RecordsOn

                                    Put Your RecordsOn
                              Corinne 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 alrightThe more things seem to change, the more they stay the sameOh, don't you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite 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?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite 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.
'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sakeSome nights kept me awake, I thought that I was strongerWhen 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 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 favorite 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. 

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