Cultured with a purpose.

Beauty belonged to them, young and reeling.
In their sofa spun garages,
Where music and weed smoke
redies the dreamgirls for the orgy.
Young dumbfounded pimple spun
teens like me learn jealousy.
From the smoky windows we can see our
highschool sweethearts losing their virginity.
Being aloof was the worst advice.
And pretending to be like them
an even worse vice.
Yes into our neighbourhoods
with the right cars, clothes and smiles.
Taking the only thing our day dreams contained.
That cliche babe cry on your shoulder and run a mile.
When it´s cool to be wild, your too tame.
These cultured older guys with a purpose
invented the code, the swindle, the game.