Lyric discussion by AubergineDrea7s 

im a preacher, sweating in the pew for the salvation im bringing you im a salesman, im selling you hooks and plans; and myself, for making demands

when im home alone i just pace by myself and you pull my hips so close lying goes with the truth im signing off, im alright in bed but im better with a pen the king was alright, but it went to his head

if i am gods gift, what would he bless me with? search me without a conscience equipped im addicted to the way i feel when i think of you it's too much green to feel blue

when im home alone i just can't stop myself and you pull my hips so close lying goes with the truth im signing off, im alright in bed but im better with a pen the king was alright, but it went to his head

when im home alone i just can't stop myself and you pull my hips so close lying goes with the truth im signing off, im alright in bed but im better with a pen im alright in bed, but im better with a pen im alright in bed, but im better with a pen the king alright but it went to his head woaah-ooh oh oh oh.

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