Monkees Sweet Young Thing
by Michael Nesmith, Carole King, & Gerry Goffin I know that something very strange Is happening 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 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, And I listen for your footsteps 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 All these things, When I see it in your eyes Sweet young thing. Sweet young thing.