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.)