I thought of you, did you think of me

I guess we'll wind up running down your street

Twenty points for me



I see that bandage lying under your sheets

I see that blood, it's running down your cheek

Twenty points for me



Twenty points on top of me

Take your points away from me

Take your points away from me

Take your points away from me

Take your points away from me



Well I hurt you, so you hurt me

I count them up, all you were plain to see

It's twenty more for me



I take from you, you take from me

You plant that garden and you toss that seed

It's twenty points for me



Twenty points on top of me

Twenty points, why can't you see

If you can't take them honestly

Then take your points away from me

Take your points away from me

Take your points away from me

Take your points away from me

Take your points away from me



(c) 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI