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Mr. Soul
a.k.a.: "Hello Mr. Soul"









(Written: t.b.d.)


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?