Twenty Points (The Ballad Of Sexual Dependency)

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