The Monkees - Sweet young thing

^AI know that something very strange is happening to my brain. ^AI'm either feeling very good or else I am insane. The ^Gseeds of doubt you planted have ^Astarted to grow wild. But I ^Gfeel that I must yield before the ^Dwisdom of a ^Achild.

^AAnd it's love you bring..no, that I can't deny. ^GWith your wings, I can learn to fly..sweet young ^Athing.

^APeople try to talk to me, their words are ugly sounds. ^ABut I resist all their attempts to try and bring me down. ^GTurned on to the sunset like I've ^Anever done before. I ^Glisten for your footsteps and your ^Dknock upon the ^Adoor.

^AAnd it's love you bring..no, that I can't deny. ^GWith your wings, I can learn to fly..sweet young ^Athing.

^AAnd it's love you bring, with dreams of bluer skies. ^GAll these things, when I see it in your eyes.. sweet young ^Athing.. ^Asweet..^Eyoung..^Athing..ahhh..