For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her
Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster
Is it strange I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?
Any girl in the world could have easily known me better
Is it strange I should change? I don't know
She said, "You're strange, but don't change", and I let her
I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on
In a while will the smile on my face turn to plaster?
I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter
Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin'
