Shawn Mullins Follow

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
Yeah, 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
Yeah, 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, 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
[Incomprehensible]
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