paroles de chanson Fame < Infamy - Fall Out Boy

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 dance by myself
And you pull my hips so close volume 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 volume 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