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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 is strange I should change?
I don't know, why don't you ask her