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 pleasin'

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 much faster
Is it strange i should change?

I don't know
Why don't you ask her?