She plays wipeout on the drums
the squirrels and the birds come
gather round and sing the guitar
Oh I. . .have you got nothing to say
When all words fail she
speaks
Her mix tape's a masterpiece
walks through the garden
so the roses can see
Oh I. . .have you got nothing
to say
And you can see daisies
in her footsteps
Dandelions, butterflies
I wanna be Kate

Everyday she wears the same
thing
I think she smokes pot
she's everything I want
she's everything I'm not
Oh I. . .
have you got nothing to say
she never gets wet
she smiles and it's a rainbow
and she speaks and she
breathes
I wanna be Kate

Down by Rosemary and Cameron
she hands out the
Bhagavad Gita
I see her around every couple
days
I wanna see her so that
I can say. . .hey Kate