59 Hair Pick Up Lines

You're smoother than pomade on a greaser's hair.

I'm starting a cuddle committee and I think you'd make an excellent chairperson.

Is this spot taken? No, not the chair - the empty space in my arms.

Is your hair always this stunning, or are you trying to distract me on purpose?

If I were a hairstylist, I’d be out of business, ‘cause I’d spend all day playing with your hair.

Your hair’s got that perfect mix of wild and tame... just like how I like my nights.

I bet you look just as amazing when you’re tangled in the sheets as you do with that flawless hair.

Your hair’s got me feeling like I want to brush it back... right before I lean in close.

With hair that incredible, how is anyone supposed to focus on anything else?

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to get my hands in your hair, and maybe even a little closer.

Not sure if it’s the color or the way it falls, but your hair just told me I need to know you better.

Who needs starlight when your hair shines brighter?

If your hair is this enchanting, I can only imagine how stunning the rest of the package is.

Is it just me, or is there some sort of magic woven into every single strand of your hair?

Your hair looks like it’d feel perfect sliding through my fingers. Want to test it out?

Do you believe in fate? Because I think your hair and my hands were destined to meet.

Is it just me, or does every strand of your hair look like it’s waiting for my fingers to get tangled in it?

Your hair looks so soft... is it okay if I test that theory out with my hands?

I don’t need to know your name just yet, but I would love to know what shampoo makes your hair look that good.

If I told you your hair looks absolutely perfect, would you let me get close enough to smell it?

I’d say you’re a work of art, but even paintings can’t pull off that hair.

Your hair looks like it deserves a fan blowing it back… or maybe just someone admiring it from up close.

Is your hair a map? Because I feel like I could get lost in every wave.

Forget the stars; your hair is what’s shining brightest in the room.

Are you a stylist? Because your hair looks like you’ve got some serious experience in stunning people.

Is it weird to say I’d be happy to spend the rest of my life just looking at your hair?

Did you cast a spell? Because your hair’s got me enchanted.

Is your hair a sunrise? Because it’s honestly the best thing I’ve seen all day.

Do you ever get tired of looking this good, or is your hair always up for the challenge?

Is your hair made of silk? Because just thinking about it is making me feel way too cozy.

Your hair might be my new favorite place in the world—right next to you, of course.

If I were a strand of your hair, I’d never want to let go.

I’d be honored to be the reason your hair looks a little messier in the morning.

Are you a hairbrush? Because I just can’t seem to get you out of my head.

If your hair was a song, it’d be on repeat in my head all day.

If climate change makes the beaches disappear, at least I'll still have your sandy hair to run my fingers through.

That red hair is a warning sign, and I’m still willing to take my chances.

Call the fire department, ’cause your red hair is setting off alarms!

I thought sunsets were beautiful until I saw your hair—now they’re just okay.

Your hair might be fire, but it's your touch that's really making me burn.

Your hair says stop, but your eyes say go. I'm ready for this wild ride.

Is your hair made of matches? Because you're igniting something in me.

Is your hair color natural? Because nothing about my attraction to you feels artificial.

Your hair says danger, but your eyes say 'come closer'.

Your hair might be fire, but it's your eyes that are really burning me up.

Your hair color might be rare, but the heat between us is well done.

Is your hair made of lava? Because you're making me melt.

Your hair isn't the only thing that's smoking hot around here.

Is your hair made of cinnamon? Because you're spicing up my life.

Your hair isn't the only thing that's red-hot. My face is too, just thinking about you.

Your hair color might be natural, but the thoughts you're giving me are anything but.

Kiwis are hairy, violets are slick, Your charm has me falling super quick.

Roses are red, Batgirl's hair is flame, Tonight, let's play a different game.

Can I follow the curls? Because something tells me they'd lead to one beautiful destination.

Girl, I could lose myself in those waves—and I don’t think I’d want to be found.

I’m no fortune teller, but I see a future where I’m holding you, and you’ve got bedhead.

If you were a shampoo, I’d be buying you in bulk.

Call me a comb, because I’d be lost without you running through my mind.

Are you conditioner? Because you make everything about my day feel a lot smoother.