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