8.Sweet Young Thing
By gerry goffin, carole king and michael nesmith
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
But 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 done before.
And i listen for your footsteps
And your know upon the door.
And it's love you bring,
With dreams of bluer skies
All these things,
When i seem them in your eyes
Sweet young thing.
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