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 taces of a girl,
a girl that I knew somewhere.
I just can't put my finger on what it is
that says to me, "Whatch 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.
Some way, somehow the same thing was done.
Someone, somewhere did me this same wrong.
Well, good-bye 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.
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.
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