I?m a preacher sweating in the pews For the salvation I?m bringing you I?m a salesman, I?m selling you hooks and plans And myself making demands
When I?m home alone I just dance by myself And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth Signing off "I?m alright in bed but I?m better with a pen" The kid was alright but it went to his head
I am god?s gift but why would he bless me with Such wit without a conscience equipped I?m addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, woah There's too much green to feel blue
When I?m home alone I just can?t stop myself And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth Signing off "I?m alright in bed but I?m better with a pen" The kid was alright but it went to his head
When I?m home alone I just can?t stop myself And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth Signing off "I?m alright in bed but I?m better with a pen" "I?m alright in bed but I?m better with a pen" "I?m alright in bed but I?m better with a pen" The kid was alright but it went to his head
