Basement Band Song

If I pay you five dollars, will you try to make my bed?
 If I pay you ten, would you make me well instead?
 I love your baby, baby harmonies
 You really brighten up my basement suite, suite
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 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, would you make me well instead?
 I love your honey, honey 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
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 If I pay you five dollars, will you try to make my bed?
 If I pay you ten, would you make me well instead?
 I la-la love your la-la harmonies
 You really brighten up my basement suite, suite