She Said, You're Strange, But Don't Change

Oh, hello Mr. Soul,
I dropped by
to pick up a reason

For the thought that I caught
that my head
is 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

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 will the smile
on my face
turn to plaster?

Stick around while the clown
who is 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?