كلمات Mr Soul

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 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 with the smile On my face had turned to plaster Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster Oh 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 I don't know, why don't you ask her