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