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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
