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 all right The more things seems to change, the more they stay the same Ooh, 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
