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 for making demands
When I’m home alone I just can’t stop myself And you pull my hips so close lying 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 It's too much green to feel blue
When I’m home alone I just can’t stop myself And you pull my hips so close lying 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 hips so close lying 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
Compositores: Andrew John Hurley (BMI), Joseph Mark Trohman (BMI), Patrick Martin Stumph (BMI), Peter Wentz (BMI)Editores: Chicago X Softcore Songs (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #2374956 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM