Girl, put your records on

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 some where,some how.
 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.
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?