Verse 1:
E
Oh, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason
E
For the thought that I caught that my head is the
event of the season.
A E
Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin'
D A
I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger
E
Is putting the tease on.
Verse 2:
E
I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter
E
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her.
A E
Any girl in the world could have easily known me better
D A E
She said, You're strange, but don't change, and I let her.
Verse 3:
E
In a while will the smile on my face turn to plaster?
E
Stick around while the clown who is sick
does the trick of disaster
A E
For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster.
D A
Is it strange I should change? I don't know,
E
Why don't you ask her?
D A E
Is it strange I should change? I don't know
D A E
Is it strange I should change? I don't know