Takes
Lyrics
[verse]
She walked into the record shop that day
Wearing something velvet, kind of grey and jay
A crimson hat tipped sideways on her head
I forgot every word that I had said
[verse]
We left the counter, took the old back road
Riding on a bicycle built for a heavier load
Thunder came rolling but we didn't care
Laughing in the storm with the rain in her hair
[chorus]
That crimson hat, that crazy crimson hat
Turned an ordinary day into all of that
I still remember every silly thing she said
Under that crimson hat upon her head
[verse]
Nobody else could pull it off like her
Half a dreamer, half a blur
We danced in puddles till the sun came round
Two young fools not making a sound
[chorus]
That crimson hat, that crazy crimson hat
Turned an ordinary day into all of that
I still remember every silly thing she said
Under that crimson hat upon her head
[bridge]
Summer rain and borrowed bikes
Nothing about that day felt right
But nothing ever felt so good
Like a girl in a hat made of crimson wood
[chorus]
That crimson hat, that crazy crimson hat
Turned an ordinary day into all of that
I still remember every silly thing she said
Under that crimson hat upon her head
Model notes (creation log)
## Metadata
**Caption:** funk pop, psychedelic, catchy hook, 112 BPM, male vocal
**BPM:** 107
**Duration:** 183.0s
**Key:** C major
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
She walked into the record shop that day
Wearing something velvet, kind of grey and jay
A crimson hat tipped sideways on her head
I forgot every word that I had said

[verse]
We left the counter, took the old back road
Riding on a bicycle built for a heavier load
Thunder came rolling but we didn't care
Laughing in the storm with the rain in her hair

[chorus]
That crimson hat, that crazy crimson hat
Turned an ordinary day into all of that
I still remember every silly thing she said
Under that crimson hat upon her head

[verse]
Nobody else could pull it off like her
Half a dreamer, half a blur
We danced in puddles till the sun came round
Two young fools not making a sound

[chorus]
That crimson hat, that crazy crimson hat
Turned an ordinary day into all of that
I still remember every silly thing she said
Under that crimson hat upon her head

[bridge]
Summer rain and borrowed bikes
Nothing about that day felt right
But nothing ever felt so good
Like a girl in a hat made of crimson wood

[chorus]
That crimson hat, that crazy crimson hat
Turned an ordinary day into all of that
I still remember every silly thing she said
Under that crimson hat upon her head