Oh hello, Mister 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 
pleasin
I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the 
tease on.
I was down on a frown when the messengber brought 
me a letter.
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset 
here.  
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.
Fore the race of my head and my face is moving much 
faster.  Is it strange I should change?  I don't know, 
why don't you ask her?  Is it strange