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