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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 the 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, whoa ?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 |