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.)
| 1 | Pleasant Valley Sunday |
| 2 | Mary, Mary |
| 3 | Valleri |
| 4 | Steppin' Stone |
| 5 | Monkees-You Just May Be The One |
| 6 | At The Hop |
| 7 | Kicks |
| 8 | Love You Forever |
| 9 | Cuddly Toy |
| 10 | While I Cry |