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

I am proud just a trace of my face

Could seem so pleasin'

I'll cop out to the change

But a stranger is puttin' 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 a smile

Oh, my face had turned to plastic

Stick around while the clown

Who is sick, does a trick of disaster

[?] my head and my face

Is movin' 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?