Fame < Infamy

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 myself, making demands When I'm home alone, I just dance by myself And you pull my hips 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 all right 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 dance by myself And you pull my hips 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 all right but it went to his head When I'm home alone, I just can't stop myself And you pull my hips so close; volume goes with the truth Signing off "I'm all right in bed, but I'm better with a pen." I'm all right in bed, but I'm better with a pen I'm all right in bed, but I'm better with a pen The kid was all right but it went to his head, whoa oh yeah