Ritt Momney - Put Your Records On
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 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
You 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
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 alright, yeah
