Letra de canción de Mr. Soul de Buffalo Springfield lyrics
For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the
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
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
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