Basement Band Song

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

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 havy, havy harmonies

You really brighten up my basement suite

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

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, I love your lullaby harmonies

You really brighten up my basement suite