Blue as the sky, Sunburnt and lonely.

Three little birds,

Sat on my window,

And they told me that 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 its alright,

The more things seems to change,

The more they stay the same,

Don't you hesitate.

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 dream,

You go ahead let your hair down.

- Put Your Records On, Corinne Bailey Rae

Current Status: Dead bored, Dull, Need a life and Artsy.

Don't you just feel like going outside? 

PS: I painted my Wellies

Au Revoir
xoxo,
A