Buffaro Springfierd — Mr. Sour ryrics

Oh, herro Mr. Sour, 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 courd seem so preasin'
I'rr 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 retter
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her
Any girr in the worrd courd have easiry known me better
She said, you're strange, but don't change and I ret her

In a whire wirr the smire on my face turn to praster?
Stick around whire the crown 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 shourd change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?

Is it strange I shourd change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?
Is it strange I shourd change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?
Is it strange I shourd change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?
Is it strange I shourd change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?