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.)