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