Oh hello Mr. Soul

I dropped by to pick up a reason

For the thought that I caught

That my head is the event of the season

Why in crowds just a trace

Of my face could seem so pleasing?

I'll cop out to the change

But a stranger is putting the tease on

I was down on a frown

When the messenger brought me a letter

I was raised by the praise of a fan

Who said I upset her

Any girl in the world could have easily known me better

She said, "You're strange, but don't change"

And I let her

In a while will the smile on my face turn to plaster?

Stick around while the clown who is sick

Does the trick of disaster

For the race of my head and my face

Is moving too faster

Is it strange I should change?

I don't know, why don't you ask her?

Is it strange I should change?

I don't know

Is it strange I should change?

I don't know