If the timing's right

No need to worry about what's right and what is wrong

And if the market's right

We can sell the livin' hell out of your song

Cause i know what they wanna hear

Yea i can see the light

But just a few adjustments dear

Change the way you sing

The way you play

The way you write

And if my mood is right

I'll give you money or support whichever's less

Not sure the image is right

I think for starters we should put you in a dress

Cause we are patrons of the arts

Yea we believe in you and what it is you do

But just remember parts is parts

We'll see what sticks

I hope for your sake it will be you

And if the price was right

I'd sell the soul of my own mother in a shake

And that i can't deny

I wonder how much money could i make

What are you complaining for

It's simply economics

You still got your vocal chords

So get the hell out of my office

And write me some hits,

Write me some hits,

I don't hear no hits,

I don't hear no hits...


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