If the timing's right
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no need to worry about what's right and what is wrong
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and if the market's right
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we can sell the livin' hell out of your song
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cause I know what they wanna hear
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yea I can see the light
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but just a few adjustments dear
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change the way you sing
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the way you play
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the way you write
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and if my mood is right
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I'll give you money or support whichever's less
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not sure the image is right
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I think for starters we should put you in a dress
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cause we are patrons of the arts
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yea we believe in you and what it is you do
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but just remember parts is parts
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we'll see what sticks
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I hope for your sake it will be you
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and if the price was right
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I'd sell the soul of my own mother in a shake
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and that I can't deny
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I wonder how much money could I make
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what are you complaining for
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it's simply economics
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you still got your vocal chords
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so get the hell out of my office
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and write me some hits,
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write me some hits,
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I don't hear no hits,
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I don't hear no hits...
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This One's for the Majors
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| Shawn Mullins |
