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| - The Chipettes: And they told me I don't need to worry Brittany: Summer came like cinnamon The Chipettes: So sweet, Little girls double-dutch on the concrete Brittany: 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 The Chipettes: Girl, put your records on (on), tell me your favorite song (song) You go ahead, let your hair down (go on and let it down) Sapphire and faded jeans (jeans), I hope you get your dreams (dreams) Just go ahead, let your hair down Brittany: You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
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| - The Chipettes: And they told me I don't need to worry Brittany: Summer came like cinnamon The Chipettes: So sweet, Little girls double-dutch on the concrete Brittany: 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 The Chipettes: Girl, put your records on (on), tell me your favorite song (song) You go ahead, let your hair down (go on and let it down) Sapphire and faded jeans (jeans), I hope you get your dreams (dreams) Just go ahead, let your hair down Brittany: You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow Blue as the sky, sun burnt and lonely The Chipettes: Sipping tea in a bar by the roadside (just relax, just relax) Brittany: Don't you let those other boys The Chipettes: Fool you Brittany: 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 Oh, don't you think it's strange? The Chipettes: Girl, put your records on (on), tell me your favorite song You go ahead, let your hair down (go on and let it down) Sapphire and faded jeans (jeans), I hope you get your dreams (dreams) Just go ahead, let your hair down Brittany: 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 The Chipettes: Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song You go ahead, let your hair down (go on and let it down) Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams Just go ahead, let your hair down (go on and let it)
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