Sweet Young Thing - The Monkees

I know that something very strange

Is happened to my brain

I’m either feeling very good

Or else I am insane

The seeds of doubt you 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

And with your wings

I can learn to fly

Sweet young thing (Sweet young thing)

People try to talk to me (Sweet young thing)

Their words are ugly sounds

But I resist all their attempts (Sweet young thing)

To try and bring me down

Turned on to the sunset (Sweet young thing)

Like I’ve never been before

I listen for your footsteps (Sweet young thing)

And your 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 the morning sings

When I see it in your eyes

Sweet young thing

Sweet young thing