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 for 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 all right 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 "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 all right 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 all right 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