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.)