If i pay you five dollars will you try to make my bed?

If i pay you ten will you make me well instead?

I love your baby baby 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 leave there feeling bad


We should sit and pick our hands

I think you're a genius

And when we make your hangnails bleed

You deserve a phd


We should put that record on

The one you found when you were gone

The one that has those sad, sad songs

And makes you sing out loud


We could start a basement band

Guitar hooks caught in your hands

Will travel through the west side nights

And drown out humming street lights