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  © 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI