Ever again I full a pull so strong towards your head.
It's the perfect flow of bangs across the forehead.
Your hair feels like it's physically pulling.
I'd like to touch it now and hold it,
Feel it again, caress and mold it.
I'd hold your hair in the morning,
And throughout the day.
As we walk along the path your hair is gleaming.
Like each strand moves with the others it is seeming.
They sway into each other, and they're flowing.
I'd like to touch it now and hold it,
Feel it again, caress and mold it.
I'd hold your hair in the morning,
And throughout the day.
Stroking it feels heavenly, and you are humming.
Through the strong and healthy roots I am strumming.
One by one the strands I am weaving.
I'd like to touch it now and hold it,
Feel it again, caress and mold it.
I'd hold your hair in the morning,
And throughout the day.
This exquisite hair beats any fine textile.
Lack of any imperfection makes me smile.
Later I'll repeat it without gloves on.
I'd like to touch it now and hold it,
Feel it again, caress and mold it.
I'd hold your hair in the morning,
And throughout the day.
