I’m a preacher sweating in the pew. For the salvation I’m bringing you. I’m a salesman I’m selling you hooks and plans. And myself for making demands. When I’m home alone I just can’t stop myself. And you pull my hips so close lying 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. It's too much green to feel blue. When I’m home alone I just can’t stop myself. And you pull my hips so close lying 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 hips so close lying 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