Golden brown, texture like sun
Lays me down, with my mind she runs
Throughout the night, no need to fight
Never a frown with golden brown
Every time, just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands takes both my hands
Never a frown with golden brown
Golden brown, finer temptress
Through the ages she’s heading west From far away, stays for a day
Never a frown with golden brown
Stream of happymess 