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?.