You tell me that youve never been this way before.
You tell me things I know that Ive heard somewhere.
Youre standing in the places and youre
Staring down through faces, that bring to mind traces
Of a girl, a girl that I knew somewhere.
I just cant put my finger on what it is
That says to me "watch out! dont believe her."
I cant give any reasons girl,
My thoughts are bound down in a whirl.
I just cant think who in the world was that girl;
I know I met her somewhere.
Someway, somehow this same thing was done.
Someone, somewhere did me this same wrong.
Well, goodbye dear, I just cant take this chance again.
My fingers are still burning from the last time.
And if your love was not a game, I only have myself to blame.
Thats as may be, I cant explain.
Just ask the girl that I knew somewhere.
(words and music by michael nesmith - transcribed from "the monkees
Pocketbook of songs" - 1967 - raybert productions, inc.)