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I’m a preacher sweating in the pewFor the salvation I’m bringing youI’m a salesman, I’m selling you hooks and plansAnd myself for making demandsWhen I’m home alone I just can’t stop myselfAnd you pull my hips so close lying goes with the truthSigning off I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a penThe kid was alright but it went to his headI am god’s gift but why would he bless me withSuch wit without a conscience equippedI’m addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, woahIt's too much green to feel blueWhen I’m home alone I just can’t stop myselfAnd you pull my hips so close lying goes with the truthSigning off I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a penThe kid was alright but it went to his headWhen I’m home alone I just can’t stop myselfAnd you pull my hips so close lying goes with the truthSigning off I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a penI’m alright in bed but I’m better with a penI’m alright in bed but I’m better with a penThe kid was alright but it went to his head
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