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"Who's that guy in the red convertable?"
It's eleven o'clock Friday night
she and Wendy, friends for life
stand corner wise and bright eyed
on Centeral and McGraff at Jack in the Box

Big city scene, the parking lot's full
machismo, Mustangs and bikes are everywhere
LL Cool J, varsity, and Trans-Am strut around
while stereos shout middle America's mating calls
"Wendy, look at that guy, who is he?"
"There's Carl and that Marlene,
she had an abortion, did you hear?"

Her mind is made of questions and quick smiles
butterflies float in her tummy
Marlboros slouch in her purse
in her body are future tingles
in her wishes, tomorrow dreams
"Who is that guy in the red convertable?"
her voice is sassy, her dress just right
"Did you see Jerry's stupid hair?"
fourteen feels like twenty tonight

If she could find a boy
like the one in her dreams
like the ones in the magazines
she know's they'd both find out
if she does or doesn't
"Hey Wendy, wanna smoke?"