Sweet Young Thing

(álbum: The Monkees - 1966)

I know that something very strange
Has happened to my brain
I'm either feeling very good
Or else I am insane
The seeds of doubt you've planted
Have started to grow wild
And I feel that I must yield before
The wisdom of a child

And it's love you bring
No that I can't deny
With your wings
I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing

People try to talk to me
Their words are ugly sounds
But I resist all their attempts
To try and bring me down..
Turned on to the sunset
Like I've never been before
How I listen for your footsteps
As you knock upon the door

And it's love you bring
No that I can't deny
With your wings
I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing

And it's love you bring
With dreams of bluer skies
And all these things
When I see it in your eyes
Sweet young thing

Sweet young thing