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