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Well hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head in 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 But any girl in the world could have easily known me better She said, You're strange, but don't change, and I let her Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh So in a while will the smile on my face turn to plaster Stick around while the clown who is sick does a 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 From Letras Mania