You tell me that you’ve never been this way before.
You tell me things i know that i’ve heard somewhere.
You’re standing in the places and you’re
Staring down through faces, that bring to mind traces
Of a girl, a girl that i knew somewhere.
I just can’t put my finger on what it is
That says to me "watch out! don’t believe her."
I can’t give any reasons girl,
My thoughts are bound down in a whirl.
I just can’t 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 can’t 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.
That’s as may be, i can’t 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.)
