A sunday afternoon escape, as follows:

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
