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 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, 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