Better With A Pen (Fame < Infamy)
Im a preacher sweating in the pews
For the salvation Im bringing you
Im a salesman, Im selling you hooks and plans
And myself making demands
When Im home alone I just dance by myself
And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth
Signing off, "Im alright in bed but Im better with the pen"
The kid was alright but it went to his head
I am Gods gift but why would he bless me with
Such wit without a conscience equipped?
Im addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, whoa
There's too much green to feel blue
When Im home alone I just cant stop myself
And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth
Signing off, "Im alright in bed but Im better with a pen"
The kid was alright but it went to his head
When Im home alone I just cant stop myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
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 kid was alright but it went to his head