Mr soul

Well, hello Mr. Soul
I dropped by to pick up a reason
For a 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 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 with the smile
On my face had turned to plaster
Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster
Oh 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
I don't know, why don't you ask her