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 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 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 the Rosemary and Cary She hands out the Bhagavad-Gita I see her around every couple days I wanna see her so that I can say...hey Kate She never gets wet She smiles and it's a rainbow Oh oh...You can see I wanna wanna wanna wanna be Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate No, no, no, no, no
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