Mr. Soul

<br>Oh, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason <br>For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season <br>Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin` <br>I`ll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on. <br><br>I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter <br>I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her <br>Any girl in the world could have easily known me better <br>She said, You`re strange, but don`t change, and I let her. <br><br>In a while will the smile on my face turn to plaster? <br>Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster <br>For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster <br>Is it strange I should change? I don`t know, why don`t you ask her?