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