Текстове на песни: Monkees. Monkees. Sweet Young Thing.

I know that somethin' very strange
Is happened to my brain
I'm either feelin' very good
Or else I am insane
The seeds of doubt you planted
Have started to grow wild
But 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

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 done before
I listen for your footstep
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 then all these things
When I see in your eyes
Sweet young thing
Sweet young thing