Mr. Soul

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 razed by the phrase 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 a 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
Is it strange I should change, I don't know, why don't you ask her