Текст песни The Monkees - Sweet Young Thing
The Monkees - Sweet Young Thing слова песни
Know that something very strangeIs happening to my brain.I`m either feeling very goodOr else I am insane.The seeds of doubt you plantedHave started to grow wildBut feel that I must yield beforeThe wisdom of a childAnd 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 meTheir words are ugly soundsBut I resist all their attemptsTo try and bring me down..Turned on to the sunset,Like I`ve never done before.And I listen for your footstepsAnd your know upon the door.And it`s love you bring, With dreams of bluer skiesAll these things,When I seem them in your eyesSweet young thing.