Well, hello Mr. Soul

I dropped by to pick up a reason

For the thought that I caught that my head

Was 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 the ground

When the messenger

Wrote 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 much better

She said

You're strange, but don't change

And I let her

In a while when the smile on my face

Turned to plaster

Stick around while the clown who gets 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

Is it strange I should change



Why don't you ask her



[Fade out]