If I Was the Devil - Matt McAndrew

If I was the devil

And you sold me your soul

I’d turn all your demos

To platinum and gold

If I was the devil

I’d make you a star

With your own side of Hollywood Blvd.

If I was, if I was

Don’t you think that I would know what it feels like

If I was, if I was

Don’t you think that I would know what it feels like to be down…

Down…

To be, to be, to be down…

Down…

Hey, miss independent

Why’s your face so long

You moved out to la la land

To sing the world your songs

You got a voice

Something to say

And you’re beautiful

Gimme a call

I’ll get you inside the studio

Sign on the line

And then we could shoot a video

The label’s on the phone

If I was the devil

And you sold me your soul

I’d turn all your demos

To platinum and gold

If I was the devil

I’d make you a star

With your own side of Hollywood Blvd.

If I was, if I was

Don’t you think that I would know what it feels like

If I was, if I was

Don’t you think that I would know what it feels like to be down…

Down…

To be, to be, to be down…

Down…

Let’s have a conversation

Is only one thing you need to know

It’s not about who you are

But where you wanna go

You got a voice

Something to say

And you’re beautiful

Gimme a call

I’ll get you inside the studio

Sign on the line

And then we could shoot a video

The label’s on the phone

If I was the devil

And you sold me your soul

I’d turn all your demos

To platinum and gold

If I was the devil

I’d make you a star

With your own side of Hollywood Blvd.

If I was, if I was

Don’t you think that I would know what it feels like

If I was, if I was

Don’t you think that I would know what it feels like to be down…

Down…

To be, to be, to be down…

Down…