Preacher’s Son

I can’t help it, girl, I’m a preacher’s son.

I must speak my peace till the day is done,

But I will never let you go

Once I have got you in my hold.

I’m gonna mold you into something that I like.

I can’t change my ways.

I’m a puppet’s fool.

If you need a fix

Then I’ll be your tool.

But I will never let you go

Once I have got you in my hold.

I’m gonna mold you into something that I like.

Whoa, always take me back (take me back).

Falling off the track (off the track)

Always I’m on fire to be with you tonight and make your body come.

I can’t be someone that you wish I was,

Just a tag-along like a goofy does,

But I will never let you go

Once I have got you in my hold.

I’m gonna mold you into something that I like.

[chorus 2x]