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