Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Tell a Woman Yes, artist - The Monkees.
Date of issue: 14.11.1994
Song language: English
Never Tell a Woman Yes |
Oh my, my, my- |
In a dusty caravan |
Was a girl with a golden tan |
And she asked me if I was headed to the east |
I politely stepped a side and said I did not need a ride |
That I’d rather take my chances with the heat |
Well, when she turned and walked away |
I saw my big mistake |
There were jewels on her body oh-so-rare |
Had it been another day I just might have rode away |
With that woman riding off to God-knows-where |
So the years they came and went |
And found me living in a tent |
Far above a little marble stream |
And it may have been the light that shone out through the night |
That attracted the hand scratching on my screen |
When I cautiously looked out through the night |
There was no doubt |
That the owner of that hand was that girl |
So I bid her do come in |
And I’ll open up a tin |
If you’ll tell me 'bout your trip around the world |
Well, she said,"If you think back |
To the first time that we passed |
I’m sure you’ll picture me in all my jewels |
It was shortly after then that I ran into another man |
And I asked him the same question I asked you |
But now he he didn’t refuse |
And he took off of both his shoes |
And climbed abord mu east-bound caravan |
In the twinkling of the night |
He knocked me off the side |
And left me there for dead upon the sand |
And I thought I was done |
Lying naked in the sun |
When much to my surprise, who should pass? |
But this old friend of yours |
He said he knew you from the wars |
And I told him that I thought you’d headed west |
Well, he said he should have known |
'Cause you like to be alone |
And that’s the time I knew you were my one |
So I asked him for a ride |
Just to get here by your side |
And stay here above this stream |
Out of the sun" |
Well, we sat quite for a while |
And I began to smile |
Well it’s strange but I don’t care |
And some nights when I’m at rest |
I wonder if I’d said, «yes» |
Would she have come to me from God knows where |
Or would I have been the one to leave her lying in the sun |
And then ended up with only precious stones |
Or would the woman in my arms be giving me her charms |
If the answer that I gave her wasn’t «no» |