Sophistication

They call themselves sophisticated, score that special hit, drive a brand new 'Beemer' and annoy us with their wit. E-mails, cell phones, always selling, always out to merchandize, little do they know that we can see through their disguise. Sophistication isn't clever, cravin' money, kissin' ass, climbin' up the corporate ladder no, I think I'll take a pass, for there's another kind of lovin', playin' frisbee in the park, fixin' dinner, doin' dishes, stolen kisses in the dark. The gentle of a special woman, tender moments to recall, making love and making memories, joy and laughter through it all. You can keep your slick devices, lookin' sharp no matter what, to me sophistication's simple, I'm content with what I've got.