Mr. Soul

Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I just 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 onI 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 left herIn 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 much 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, why don't you ask her?
Is it strange I should change, I don't know, why don't you ask her?