A weblog by Jonathan Ali
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Monday, June 30, 2003 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 Rosemary and Cameron She hands out the Bhagavad Gita I see her around every couple days I wanna meet her so that I can say...hey Kate - "Kate" by the Ben Folds Five, from the 1996 album Whatever And Ever Amen posted by Jonathan | 8:34 AM 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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