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 my sales are
making demands
When I'm home alone
I just can't stop myself
And you pull my hips
so close by the one
with the truth
Signing off I'm a writing
pad 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
So gifted and
conscience equipped
I'm addicted to the way
I feel when I think of you
Woah
You're too much
pretty to feel blue
When I'm home alone
I just can't stop myself
And you pull my hips
so close by the ones
with the truth
Signing off I'm a writing
pad 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 by the one
with the truth
Signing off I'm a writing
pad but I'm better with a pen
I'm a writing pad but
I'm better with a pen
I'm a writing pad but
I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright but
it went to his head