Kate
The squirrels and the birds come
Gather around to 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 the daisies
In her footsteps
Dandelions, butterflies
I want to be Kate
Everyday she wars the same thing
I think she smokes pot
She's everything I need, 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 want to be Kate
Down by the Rosemary and Cameron
She hands out the
Bhagaved Gita
I see her around every couple days
I want to meet her so that
I can say, hey Kate
Writer/s: Al Goodman / Ben Folds