Entwined on the backseat of his old Ford,
Virginity respected—though deplored,
We 1950s girls knew how to play
Everything But . . . but never All The Way.
Then came the sixties, when they changed the rules
And self-restraint belonged to prudes and fools,
While women were instructed that we must
Enjoy full satisfaction of our lust.
No names like “slut” or “tramp” would be applied
To those who had their passions gratified,
Nor would folks ask, “What are you thinking of?”
If we were having sex, not making love.
Pursuing our desires just for fun
We freely finished what we had begun.
But, oh, that aching hunger, hot and sweet,
We still remember on his Ford’s backseat.