Kite - Lucie Silvas

Maybe you’re down to earth

But she gonna own the sky

She keeps you on alert

Every time it gets too high

Out of tune with an attitude

Wears you out like Cool Hand Luke

Baby, you’re down to earth

She gonna own the sky

Boy, you better hold those strings

'Cause she’s gonna fly away

Better get a tighter grip

She wasn’t born to stay

Holding on white knuckle

If you let her go, she trouble

Boy, you better hold those strings

'Cause she’s gonna fly away

Fly away

She got a strasophere

But she ain’t got direction

Watch out, she’ll disappear

If you can’t keep full attention

If you got to keep her steady

She’ll blow off like you’re cheap confetti

She got a strasophere, but she ain’t got direction, no

Boy, you better hold those strings

'Cause she’s gonna fly away (Fly away)

Better get a tighter grip

She wasn’t born to stay (Born to stay)

Holding on white knuckle

If you let her go, she trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)

Boy, you better hold those strings

'Cause she’s gonna fly away

Fly away

(Ooh, ooh)

She ain’t got nothing (Nothing, nothing)

She ain’t got nothing (Nothing, nothing)

(Trouble, trouble, trouble)

Boy, you better hold those strings

'Cause she’s gonna fly away (Fly away)

Better get a tighter grip

She wasn’t born to stay (Born to stay)

Holding on white knuckle

If you let her go, she trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)

Boy, you better hold those strings

'Cause she’s gonna fly away

Fly away

Fly away

Hold onto that kite

Oh, fly away

Hold onto that kite