Versuri Fame

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 the 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, whoa 
?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