Lyrics

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?