Sweet Young Thing

Sweet Young Thing - The Monkees (顽童合唱团)

I know that something very strange

Just 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 yeild 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 their words are ugly sounds

But I resist all their attempts to try and bring me down

Turned onto the sunset like I never been before

I listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door

And it's love you bring

No that I can't deny

And 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