Kate

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 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 --- Kate - Ben Folds and Ben Folds Five