If i pay you five dollars will you try to make my bed?
If ipay you ten will you make me well instead?
I love your babybaby harmonies
You really brighten up my basement suite
We should go down to the mall
Look at people ,judge them all
Judge them before they judge us and leavethere feeling bad

We should sit and pick our handsI think you�re a genius
And when we make your hangnailsbleed
You deserve a phd

We should put thatrecord on
The one you found when you were gone
The onethat has those sad, sad songs
And makes you sing outloud

We could start a basement band
Guitar hookscaught in your hands
Will travel through the west sidenights
And drown out humming street lights