Letra da Música: Sister Golden Hair - Floorfilla

Sister golden hair (hair, hair, hair, ...)

Sister golden hair,
A sister golden hair,
Sister golden hair (hair, hair, hair, ...)

Well I tried to make it Sunday,
But I got so damn depressed,
That I set my sights on Monday,
And I got myself undressed,
I ain't ready for the altar,
But I do agree there's times,
When a woman sure,
Can be a friend of mine.

Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you,
Sister golden hair surprise,
And I just can't live without you,
Can't you see it in my eyes,
I've been one poor correspondent,
And I been too, too hard to find,
But it doesn't mean,
You ain't been on my mind.

Sister, sister...
Sister golden hair.

Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you,
Sister golden hair surprise,
And I just can't live without you,
Can't you see it in my eyes,
I've been one poor correspondent,
And I been too, too hard to find,
But it doesn't mean,
You ain't been on my mind.

Will you meet me in the middle,
Will you meet me in the air,
Will you love me just a little,
Just enough to show you care,
Well I tried to fake it,
I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it,
Well I tried to fake it,
I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it.

Sister, sister...
Sister golden hair.

I've been one poor correspondent,
I've been too, too hard to find,
But it doesn't mean,
You ain't been on my mind