The Girl That I Knew Somewhere

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.)