Put Your Records On (The Voice Performance)

Three little birds, sat on my window
And they told me I don't need to worry
Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete

Maybe sometimes
We've got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change
The more they stay the same

Don't you hesitate

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song
Yeah go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dream
Just go ahead, let your hair down

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow

Blue as the sky, sunburned and lonely
Sipping tea in a bar by the roadside
Don't you let those other boys fool you
Got to love that afro hairdo

Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The 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 song
Yeah, go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire 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 sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When 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 song
Just go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire 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 song
Yeah, go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, let your hair down

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow