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 merchandise,
little do they know that
we can see through their disguise.
Sophistication isn't clever,
craving money, kissin' ass,
climbing up the corporate ladder
no, I think I'll take a pass,
for there's another kind of loving,
playing frisbee in the park,
fixing dinner, doing 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,
looking sharp no matter what,
to me sophistication's simple,
I'm content with what I've got.
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