| Well, hello Mr. Soul | |
| I dropped by to pick up a reason | |
| For the thought that I caught that my head | |
| Was 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 the ground | |
| When the messenger | |
| Wrote 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 much better | |
| She said | |
| You're strange, but don't change | |
| And I let her | |
| In a while when the smile on my face | |
| Turned to plaster | |
| Stick around while the clown who gets 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 | |
| Why don't you ask her |