Dore Soul - Dynamite Kites Lyrics

Flying dynamite kites in the kitchen
I'm gonna land them on your head
With hopes to blow your mind

Cookin' up my kite's distinction
It's a real show stopper
Made just for your kind

And if you say you don't believe me
I'm sure you won't and if you don't
Well maybe my kite's caught on a branch
Of a willow tree surprise to me

And now everybody flies their kite
Although I keep a picture of Paul and John on mine for good luck
And if you ever wanna fly in my kitchen
And get the feeling that I love
Then go ahead blow your mind

Maybe I'm out of my head
I'm sure that I am
You're so sure that I am
And these are just reflections of intentions for
To blow you up
Maybe I'm out of my head
I'm sure that I am you're so sure that I am
And these are just reflections of intentions for
To blow you up