“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 Ooo, 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”
Bring Limes
Bring Limes is dedicated to beaches, bonfires, vagabonds, and doing what you love.
