I'm in love with the girl with the long brown hair
That grows and entwines and encircles me there
In my captive space, a slave to her love
As it brushes my face where it hangs from above
I could sit and eat ice cream the day long and stare
At the beautiful girl with the long brown hair

Chorus:
And it weaves in my fingers
’Comes up 'tween my toes
Like mahogany silk, whereever it goes
And it trails through my oatmeal then flies down the hall
In long stringy shadows that flicker the wall
Till I'm high as a seagull just coasting on air
I’m in love with the girl with the long brown hair

I'm in love with the girl with the long brown locks
And I hope that she never tries dye or peroxide
Or scissors or curlers or something like that
Where she has to parade in some wierd looking hat
Just grow it for miles and let it flow in the air
I'm in love with the girl with the long brown hair

Chorus:
And it weaves in my fingers
'Comes up 'tween my toes
Like mahogany silk, whereever it goes
And it trails through my oatmeal then flies down the hall
In long stringy shadows that flicker the wall
Till I'm high as a seagull just coasting on air
I'm in love with the girl with the long brown hair