Songtext von Fame < Infamy

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 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 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