Buffalo Springfield Mr Soul Lyrics

Mr Soul Lyrics

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