Slaying (Tom Jonson Remix)

you twist my arm

i'm twisting fate

you'll leave alone, or crazy great

or break into a million pieces, all your reasons

let's live alone

and out of state

let's make up everything and wake up breathing

don't give a damn about the wreck you leave in

you can use my friends, but that depends-

on what they're for

and while we're laying on the floor

my mouth is sore

i'm keeping score

a million reasons but i need a million more

you believe in love

i believe in faith

they'll believe in anything, you make up villains

a trillion legions of the damned and william

it was really me

it was really you

there was really nothing i could do

until then

let's use our magic powers with the children

you don't understand, we don't hold hands

come catch me, run

cuz i'm not having any fun

i think you're sore

i think i'm done

a million reasons

can i be your number one?

yeah, yeah

yeah, yeah

yeah, yeah

can i be your number one?

yeah, yeah

yeah, yeah

yeah, yeah

but i need million more