She plays wipeout on the drums 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 mixed 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 roses in her footsteps Dandelions, butterflies I wanna be Kate
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 round every couple days I wanna meet her so that I can say, "Hey, Kate."