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.)