By: The Zombies
Year: 1965
Album: The Zombies
Songwriters: Rod Argent

Well, no one told me about her
The way she lied
Well, no one told me about her
How many people cried

But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know? Why should I care?
Please don't bother trying to find her
She's not there

Well, let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she acted and the color of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there

Well, no one told me about her
What could I do?
Well, no one told me about her
Though they all knew

But it's to late to say you're sorry
How would I know? Why should I care?
Please don't bother trying to find her
She's not there

Well, let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she acted and the color of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there

...

But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know? Why should I care?
Please don't bother trying to find her
She's not there

Well, let me tell you the way she looked
They way she acted and the color of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there