Corinne Bailey Rae - Put your records on

^AThree little birds, s^Bat on my window. ^DAnd they told me I don't need to w^Aorry. ^ASummer came like cinnamon So s^Bweet, ^DLittle girls double-dutch on the ^Aconcrete.

^F#mMaybe s^Gometimes, we'^Ave got it wrong, but it's a^Bll right ^DThe more things seem to change, the m^C#ore they stay the same Oh, don't you ^Dhesitate.

^AGirl, put your records on, ^Btell me your favorite song ^DYou go ahead, let your h^Aair down ^ASapphire and faded jeans, ^BI hope you get your dreams, ^DJust go ahead, let your h^Aair down. ^DYou're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

^ABlue as the sky, ^Bsunburnt and lonely, ^DSipping tea in a bar by the ^Aroadside, ^A- just relax, just relax - ^ADon't you let those other ^Bboys fool you, ^DGot to love that afro hair ^Ado.

^F#Maybe so^C#metimes, ^Awe feel afraid, but it's a^Blright ^DThe more you stay the same, the ^C#more they seem to change. Don't you think it's strang^De?

^AGirl, put your records on, t^Bell me your favorite song ^DYou go ahead, let your h^Aair down ^ASapphire and faded jeans, ^BI hope you get your dreams, ^DJust go ahead, let your h^Aair down. ^DYou're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

^Bm'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake ^F#mSome nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger ^BmWhen you gonna realise, that you don't even have to ^Dtry any longer? ^DDo what you want to.

^AGirl, put your records on, t^Bell me your favourite song ^DYou go ahead, let your h^Aair down ^ASapphire and faded jeans, ^BI hope you get your dreams, ^DJust go ahead, let your^A hair down.

^AGirl, put your records on, t^Bell me your favourite song ^DYou go ahead, let your h^Aair down ^ASapphire and faded jeans, ^BI hope you get your dreams, ^DJust go ahead, let your h^Aair down.

^DYou're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.