Old Records
Baby play my old records
Let the cracks fill my room
Let our hearts beat to the rhythm
Let our hearts fill the room
Baby do you know this song
Can you hear the thunder come
Pick a cover that you love
I cannot wait for here comes the sun
Sunshine on your cheeks
A breeze through your hair
We hear the people on the streets but we are up here
Sunday morning vibes
Your big brown eyes staring in my pale blue eyes
Oh baby I'm on fire
Baby dance with me
Move like a sex machine
Let our neighbours see and let us move freely
Baby read along with me
This feels like a movie scene
Let the lyrics seduce
I can't wait for Johnny B. Goode
Sunshine on your cheeks
A breeze through your hair
We hear the people on the streets but we are up here
Sunday morning vibes
Your big brown eyes staring in my pale blue eyes
Oh baby I'm on fire
Listening to old records in my room
Listening to old records in my room
Listening to old records in my room
Listening to old records in my room
Sunshine on your cheeks
A breeze through your hair
We hear the people on the streets but we are up here
Sunday morning vibes
Your big brown eyes staring in my pale blue eyes
Oh baby I'm on fire
Let the cracks fill my room
Let our hearts beat to the rhythm
Let our hearts fill the room
Baby do you know this song
Can you hear the thunder come
Pick a cover that you love
I cannot wait for here comes the sun
Sunshine on your cheeks
A breeze through your hair
We hear the people on the streets but we are up here
Sunday morning vibes
Your big brown eyes staring in my pale blue eyes
Oh baby I'm on fire
Baby dance with me
Move like a sex machine
Let our neighbours see and let us move freely
Baby read along with me
This feels like a movie scene
Let the lyrics seduce
I can't wait for Johnny B. Goode
Sunshine on your cheeks
A breeze through your hair
We hear the people on the streets but we are up here
Sunday morning vibes
Your big brown eyes staring in my pale blue eyes
Oh baby I'm on fire
Listening to old records in my room
Listening to old records in my room
Listening to old records in my room
Listening to old records in my room
Sunshine on your cheeks
A breeze through your hair
We hear the people on the streets but we are up here
Sunday morning vibes
Your big brown eyes staring in my pale blue eyes
Oh baby I'm on fire
Credits
Writer(s): Raisa Mulder
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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