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