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-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 [Better With A Pen (Fame < Infamy) lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
"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."] [x3] The kid was alright but it went to his head
Woaaah...
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