Put your records on

Put Your Records On

by Corinne Bailey Rae

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
Oh, don't you hesitate.

Chorus: Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite 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 going to find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in a bar by the roadside, just relax, just relax .
Don't you let those other boys fool you, got to love that afro hair do.
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? (Repeat chorus)

It was more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you going to realise, that you don't even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to! (Repeat chorus x 2)

Glossary:

double dutch on the concrete = playing games outside

put your records on = listen to music

let your hair down = have fun

find yourself = understand things and be happy

sipping = drinking slowly

afro hairdo = African hair style

more than I could take = too many problems

pity for pity’s sake = being sad for no reason