“Y Won’t U B With Me, Kate?Oh, Kate, Y won’t U B with me?Kate, Don’t U know what U mean to me?I look at the dirty dishes piling up in the sinkand all I can thinkis KateU kept the place so cleanKate, I treated U like a queenOh, Kate, U mean the world to meKate, Come home to meOh, Kate, Y can’t it BLike it used to BBecause this world ain’t meant for loversNo, this world ain’t meant for U and meBecause the bureaucrats in Washington, they’ll set off the bombs, so what’s the point,Kate?We’re all just going to die, anyway.So, Kate, Y won’t U B with me?—Dale Carter, All Rights Reserved”