(Composição: Dave Greenfield, Hugh Cornwell, Jean Jacques Burnel e Jet Black) 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 Never a frown With golden brown Never a frown With golden brown
