Votre estimation:

Estimation moyenne:

I'm a preacher sweating in the pews
For the salvation I'm bringing you
I'm a salesman, I'm selling hooks and plans
And myself, am making demands
When I'm home alone I just dance by myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm a writing pad but I'm better with a pen"
The kid was all right but it went to his head
I am God's gift
Why would he bless me with
such wit without a consience equipped
I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you
"There's too much green to feel blue"
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen"
The kid was all right but it went to his head
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen"
I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen
I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen
The kid was all right but it went to his head